#sambucky fluff

[loomontoia]

Sam, Bucky and Alpine just arrived at the Hawkwidow apartment :)

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[wwilsonbarness]

when we get home

pairings:  sam wilson x bucky barnes 

summary: Bucky opens up to Sam about his past.

warnings: mentions of sexual assault, mention of Bucky’s being held by HYDRA, flufff

word count: 1271

a/n: i’m trying to get back into writing so this isn’t written the best but I really wish we got a conversation like this in the show :( 

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“Are we gonna talk about it?” Sam almost whispers. Not one word had been spoken between them since they arrived at Sharon's safehouse. 

Bucky doesn’t move his eyes from his hands where he was playing with his fingers. “Talk about what?” 

“You know what.” Bucky takes a deep breath, he wishes he didn’t know. He knows already that him and Sam aren’t really friends, yet something in him feels safe enough to open up to him.

Sam moves closer to Bucky, close enough that their thighs brush together. “Buck..” 

Bucky can feel his eyes grow wetter as the flashbacks of his time at Hydra flash through his mind. He turns to Sam and looks into his eyes, they’re full of trust, full of care. “I just.. I haven’t spoken about that with anyone before.” 

“Look, you don't have to talk about it.. just know that you can anytime and I’ll listen.” 

“You won’t judge me? Or look at me any different?” 

Sam shoots Bucky a slight smile. “I promise.” 

“I only remember parts.. a lot of my time with Hydra is still full of gaps, it comes back sometimes at random times but I remember..” Bucky pauses for a second and tries to think of a way to word this.

Sam puts his hand on Bucky’s thigh and squeezes slightly. Once his hand makes contact he worries he might have overstepped but Bucky leans into his touch and pushes those concerns away. 

“At first when they found me in the snow it wasn’t bad, I honestly felt relieved that I had been found, but then they told me who they were and I knew I wasn’t safe. I noticed too late, there was no way for me to escape. They locked me in a room and left me there for what felt like days. Food and water would appear in my room but I never saw anyone come in or out. I later found out that they would put gas into my room to knock me out.” Bucky feels like he is going off topic but Sam reassures him he’s okay to continue. 

“Once they’d gotten in my head with those damn words, they controlled everything I did. They would use me for their missions as you know, but it didn’t stop there. At one point, I don’t even know when but they moved me to a room and it had windows. At first I thought this was a good thing but then I realised they were only one way windows. I couldn’t see out but they could see in.”

Sam didn’t say anything but nodded, urging Bucky to continue. 

“They would take turns coming into my room, one at a time but I could hear the others on the other side of the window. They made me do different things and I’m still putting the pieces together but I remember one in particular. He would make me stand right in front of the mirror and take my clothes off.” Bucky felt Sam tense beside him and looked at him, checking if he should continue. Sam’s heart melted at Bucky, even at his most vulnerable he was checking on others. 

“It’s okay, only keep going if you want to.” 

Bucky nodded before continuing. “Once I had my clothes off, sometimes he would make me..” Bucky’s voice grew smaller and smaller as he continued, so much so, Sam could almost not hear him. “He would make me touch myself, whilst they all watched. I could hear them laughing, like they were enjoying themselves. The guy in the room, he would keep telling me what to do but he would stop right before I..” Sam gave Bucky a look of understanding, Bucky was thankful he didn't have to say it. “He would do it over and over again, never letting me finish.” Bucky cringed slightly at his wording but kept going. “Once they'd had their fun they’d just leave me there in pain.” 

Bucky suddenly felt like he had to defend himself. “And it’s not like I wanted to.. but anything would have been better than having to wait it out.” 

Sam can feel his anger rising, thinking back to earlier in the night. Zemo asking Bucky to go back into that mindset and let him touch him was uncalled for. He felt guilty for letting it happen even though deep down he knew it had to happen. Still he made a mental note to apologise to Bucky when the time was right.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to defend yourself. I can’t imagine how hard that would've been.” Bucky felt relieved at that, he almost felt silly for thinking Sam would judge him but after a second he realises probably not everyone would react this way. He really was grateful for having Sam. He made him feel safe and listened to so he kept going. 

“There was another man, he only came in a few times and he would touch me.. but…” Bucky took a deep breath and paused for only a moment. “He wouldn’t use the words. He just told me to lie down and I would do it. I just let him.” 

Sam didn’t want to interrupt Bucky but he couldn’t let him blame himself for that. “Bucky.. That wasn't your fault. Whether he used the words or not, it was against your will.”

“But I could have stopped him, If i’d just been toughe-”

“Bucky no. Please listen to me when I say this.” Sam shifts sideways slightly and grabs Bucky’s hands. He looks up into Bucky’s eyes and continued. “None of what happened to you is your fault, you had no choice in what happened.” 

Bucky can feel a tear run down his face before he can stop it. He quickly brings his hand up and wipes it away. “I’m sorry for this. I know you probably don’t want to hear about it.”

“Buck” Sam chuckles lightly. “I like to think we’re close enough now that we can vent to each other. This is gonna be pretty tough if we can’t.”

This brought a little smile to Bucky’s face. “Thank you for listening to me Sam, and thank you for not looking at me like I'm some freak.”

“You’re not a freak. You’ve been through a lot, that doesn’t make you a freak, that makes you strong. I know this was hard to look back on but I’m glad you felt safe enough to..with me. I’m here for you okay? From now on, we have each other's backs, no matter what.” 

“I’m here for you too. You can talk to me, I know I’ve been a bit of a dick in the past but I promise I got you. You can talk to me about anything, I know you’ve been through a lot too. It must be ha-” 

Before Bucky could finish speaking, the door swings open and Zemo walks in. “Gentleman.” Bucky pulls away from Sam and wipes his face once more, he absolutely does not want Zemo to crack any jokes about this. He shoots Sam an apologetic look but there's no need, Sam understood and nodded slightly to show that. “ Are you two ready to leave? We’re waiting.” 

Sam and Bucky both clear their throat before standing up. Both mumbling a response that sounds like a mixture of “Yes” and “Let’s go” 

Zemo leaves the room first and Bucky goes to follow but not before looking back at Sam and grabbing his hand. 

“When we get home.” They both smile slightly and Sam squeezes Bucky’s hand. 

Sam nods before responding “When we get home.”

[gococogo]

Okay but Imagine Bucky in this 👀👀 Hubba Hubba

「Synopsis 」 : Bucky finds a unique shirt

「Word count」 : 380

-> Genre: Sambucky fluff

Paring: Sam Wilson / Bucky Barnes

[Warnings] : Gay people/adult themes

Note: I know this is short but enjoy!

Sam hadn’t bought it for him. It was out of his own free will. It was an odd thing; Bucky had never seen something like it before. But he could say that’s why he bought it. It’s a white shirt with straps underneath, so when the first few buttons are undone and the shoulders are pushed off, the straps keep the shirt on. It reminds Bucky of those dresses he would see at a Gala on TV.

He looks at himself in the mirror and he can’t help but feel a little flushed at what he sees. He only wears the shirt with four buttons undone at the front to let the sleeves hang and the straps do their job. The sleeves come down low, covering his hands. He doesn’t wear any pants, only his boxers and the shirt hangs down over his thighs. He contemplates to himself if he wants Sam to see him like this. He’s never done anything like this and it nerves him. But he would have to admit, he looks… cute? Would that be the word?

Sam is out in the kitchen cooking up something for dinner. Bucky can smell it all throughout the house. He hesitates before walking out of the bedroom and inches his way down the short hallway. Their apartment isn’t big but it’s enough for them. He pokes his head around the corner to see that Sam is in his own little world. He has his back turned and Bucky sneaks up behind him easily. The other man flinches as hands snake around his waist.

“Jesus, you scared me.” Sam laughs.

He turns around to face Bucky while the former soldier still holds onto him. Sam’s eyes widen at the sight of his partner. He pushes Bucky slightly away to have a good look at him. He didn’t know Bucky could look so delicate. He grabs the shirt and feels the silkiness between his fingers. Sam then grabs the two straps and lifts them up slightly before letting them go, letting the shirt fall over Bucky.  

“Where did you get this?” Sam asks quietly.

“For me to know,” Bucky answers with a smile.

Sam shakes his head in disbelief. “You know,” he turns the stove off behind him, “Dinner can wait.”

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[cuntyqueerleondraisaitl]

Sambucky headcannons because I’m bored

When Sam is almost asleep, he rubs his cheek against the pillow and Bucky thinks it’s the most adorable thing ever

Samm loves roller coasters, but because Bucky’s afraid of heights he hates them.

He rides them anyway though, and screams like a baby every time he does.

Whenever Bucky has a nightmare, Sam runs his hands through his hair to calm him down. Bucky leans into it like a cat being pet.

Whenever Sam has nightmares Bucky kisses him slowly down his neck

Sometimes Bucky accidentally breaks jars with his metal arm, and then gets flustered. Sam kisses down his other arm whenever this happens until Bucky starts to laugh

[myfanficlibraries]

Sambucky

Alpha!Sambucky

1) The Chase by @targaryenvampireslayer       Dark

Fluff

1) Competition by @empyreanwritings

Soulmate AU

1) Drabble by @empyreanwritings

[late-to-the-party-81]

Cock Warming - Bucky Barnes Bingo - Y1

AN: So this ended up being a lot fluffier than it was supposed to be, lol. Massive thanks to @christywantspizza for spitballing the ideas for this with me and beta-ing.

This fits in with my SamBucky Stories 'verse

Series Master list | Main Master list

Relationship: Sam x Bucky

Word count: 2.4k

CW: Fluff, Undernegotiated kink, Dom Sam Wilson, Sub Bucky Barnes, Sub space, Self-loathing and issues with self-worth, boys in love

“God damn it!”  Sam winced at Bucky’s exclamation, and also at the way the door bounced off the wall behind him, as he stormed into their room at the new Avengers compound.

“C’mon, Buck. It wasn’t that bad.”

Bucky just let out a grunt and stabbed his knife down into the table. Sam was glad they were here in upstate New York and not at home. Bucky continued to huff as he practically tore his tac jacket off, dropping it on the floor, before striding over to the small fridge in the kitchen area. Pulling the door open, practically yanking it off its hinges - wouldn’t be the first time- he grabbed the carton of juice and brought it to his lips, gulping down the tart liquid and wiping the excess off with the back of his hand. 

Sam, still in his suit, minus the wing pack - ‘cos that shit was heavy - stood, watching.

“I almost fucked up, Sam.”

Bucky moved to the couch and dropped down onto it, elbows resting on his knees and arms dangling between his spread thighs.

“I almost got those civilians killed. Fuck! There were kids in that group, and they almost…”

He dropped his head into his hands, and Sam could tell his mind was going a mile a minute, reliving that horrifying moment over and over. Sam knew Bucky well, knew him well before they got together. Knew that without some kind of intervention he’d get stuck in a spiral of self-doubt and self-destruction. An episode like this hadn’t happened in a while, not since the change in their relationship and Sam was musing over the best way to deal with it. He had a thought, wasn’t sure how it would go, but just maybe…

Shutting the door to their room, he leant the Shield up against the wall, out of the way, before walking over to Bucky.

“Bucky, Sugar, it’s alright. Almost isn’t did. You saved them, baby. They’re all okay.”

Bucky lifted his head and worried at the nails on his right hand with his teeth. Emotions were swirling in the grey depths of his eyes. Sam dropped to a crouch in front of him, taking hold of both his hands, the difference in temperature between them both familiar and odd at the same time.

“You need to get out of your head. I’ve got a plan to help, but I need you to agree. You trust me?”

Bucky’s lips twitched in a small, albeit brief smile.

“Always trust you, Sammy.”

Sam dropped a tender kiss to Bucky’s brow, and tightened his grip on the hands in his own.

“You got a colour for me then. Baby?”

He saw Bucky’s eyes go wide, realisation hitting him, and then a flush started to make its way up the supersoldier’s neck.

“Green, Sammy. I want you to help me.”

“I know. I know. Always so good for me, when I ask.”

Sam leant forwards and kissed him, trying to put all his love and reassurance into it, and taking Bucky’s hurt and vulnerability. It didn’t last too long; Sam had further plans, but it lasted enough to send Bucky just a little bit sweet. Sam pulled Bucky to his feet and then turned around.

“Help me out of my suit, Buck. Nice and steady. No need to rush. Then when you’re done, you’re gonna strip off, tidy the clothes, including your tac jacket over there, back into their proper places and then come and join me in the bathroom, okay?”

No reply. Sam rolled his eyes to himself. Bucky had probably nodded.

“I need words, sweetheart. You gonna do what I’ve asked?”

“Yes, Sam.”

Bucky’s voice was soft and low. That was the voice of James Buchanan Barnes, as opposed to Sgt. Barnes. Sam loved that it was mainly reserved for him, this gentler, sweeter persona. It sent a frisson of warmth up his spine.

Bucky’s hands came to Sam’s back, slowly working the zipper, dragging it down to where it stopped at the swell of Sam’s ass. The only sounds in the room were the two of them breathing and that particular metallic sound of metal teeth unmeshing from each other. Bucky moved round to Sam’s front and eased the suit over Sam’s shoulders in turn, pulling the vibranium fabric off of each toned and muscular arm. Despite the ease of the task, he was putting all his concentration into it, being as delicate and reverent as possible.

When both of Sam’s arms were free, Bucky dropped to his knees so he could push the suit lower, sliding it off Sam’s backside and down his strong thighs. A quick pause, so he could remove Sam’s shoes, and then the suit was over each of Sam’s feet, leaving him only dressed in his long suit undershorts and tight fitting tee. 

Bucky looked up from his position on the floor, and Sam felt his heart jump and heat suffuse his body.

“Help with the rest of it, Buck, then you can tidy up while I get the shower ready.” Sam’s voice was husky, and his heart started to race as Bucky nodded again (Sam let him off this time) and curled his fingers, those fingers that could touch so gently or maim so violently, around the waistband of his shorts and dragged them down.

His blue-grey eyes lingered momentarily on Sam’s cock, which was sporting a half chub, before he stood and pulled Sam’s tee up and over his head, rendering him naked.

“Thank you, Buck.” Sam cupped his boyfriend’s cheek, feeling the scruff tickle his palm, and aware of how Bucky leant into him. 

“Being so good for me, baby. I’ll see you in a few moments. Don’t take too long. We need to get washed up.”

Sam turned away and strode through to the bathroom, a sway to his hips. His Bucky radar let him know he was being stared at, as he went. It wasn’t the ‘murder’ stare though. No, this was the ‘lust’ stare; Sam was familiar with the feeling of both by now.

He left the door to the bathroom ajar as he turned on the shower. There were various jets and heads, and Sam was more than thankful for them, given the state of his muscles after this latest fight. He needed to relax as much as Bucky did and he hoped his plan would allow that for both of them.

Bucky appeared on silent feet. Sam was used to that by now, and luckily, because he was expecting it this time, it didn’t make him jump. 

“Arm off, Buck. I’ll help you clean it properly later.”  

He grasped Bucky’s left arm, to take the weight and stop it from falling to the floor when released, and Bucky brought his right arm up to type in the disengage code. A whirl and a series of fast clicks and vibranium came free from Bucky’s shoulder joint.

Sam placed the prosthetic on the bench and turned back, with a soft smile on his face. He held out his hand, and Bucky placed his right into it, allowing Sam to pull him underneath the spray. Both of them let out moans as the hot water pummelled at their bruises and knots. For a moment, Sam just stood there, Bucky in his arms, as the water caressed them, and cut out the outside world, but as much as he might like to, they couldn’t stay like that forever.  

Easing back, Sam directed Bucky to turn, before plucking the correct shampoo from the shower caddy; he’d accidently used his shampoo on Bucky’s hair once, and it hadn’t gone well. Sam lathered some up in his hands, before setting to massaging Bucky’s scalp, humming a Marvin Gaye tune as he went. Bucky’s body relaxed slightly, making Sam smile. With Bucky’s chestnut locks all soaped up, Sam grabbed the washcloth and shower gel, and started to work on cleansing Bucky’s body. 

When he got to the angry mass of scar tissue on Bucky’s left shoulder he stopped briefly.

“Hard or soft, Sugar?”

Sometimes Bucky needed the shit pummelled out of his shoulder, and sometimes he could barely stand for it to be touched. It was better for both of them if Sam checked each time.

“Hard,” came the choked out reply, and Sam pressed a kiss to the juncture of Bucky’s shoulder and neck before digging into the solid flesh.

Bucky’s head dropped forwards and his right hand closed tight into a fist before reopening again.

“Tell me if it gets too much, okay?”

“Mmm-hmm. Feels good, Sammy.”

After spending a few minutes working the muscles, Sam turned Bucky so that one of the side jets continued to press into that spot. He then set to work cleaning the rest of Bucky’s war weary body. 

He displayed his love without words, soaping and stroking and rinsing, pressing kisses to the larger scars that littered the canvas of Bucky’s skin. Each kiss was an ‘I love you’, a ‘you are wanted’, and by the time Sam got to Bucky’s feet, and looked back up, he was almost certain there were tears in Bucky’s eyes. 

He rose back up, tilting Bucky’s head back and rinsing out the shampoo bubbles, before applying a small amount of conditioner to the ends. He kissed Bucky’s wet, closed eyelids and then gave his own hair and body a wash. The last thing was to wash out Bucky’s conditioner before shutting off the shower and wrapping Bucky in a large, warm towel.

“Still green, baby?”

“Of course, Sammy.”

“Come on then.” 

Towel around their waists, Sam led Bucky back to the lounge. He sat down on the sofa, splayed his legs, causing his towel to fall to the sides, and turned on the TV. Bucky, sensing he was supposed to be doing something, but not sure what, looked down at him, expectantly, his right hand toying with the edge of his towel.

“Kneel down, Sugar. Get yourself all comfortable and rest your head on my thigh.”

Bucky shuffled forwards, moving down as Sam said, and shifted his head, including damp hair, on Sam’s warm skin. Sam placed his hand on Bucky’s head, a gentle weight to help Bucky relax.

“Colour?”

“Still green, Sam.”

“Okay. I want you to take my dick in your mouth and keep me warm while I watch some TV. Don’t suck. You just gotta keep it all nice and warm, alright? Sound good, baby?”

Bucky met Sam’s gaze and let out a small whine.

“Good boy. In your own time, Buck. You can get me hard first if you want to.”

Sam settled back against the cushions and started to surf through the channels, searching for something mind numbing, and trying to ignore his sweet boyfriend between his legs; a near impossible task.

Bucky’s warm breath fanned against the sensitive skin of Sam’s thighs and balls. His cock stirred in anticipation, coming back to the half chub it had had before their shower. Then, Bucky’s hand moved, coming up to take hold of Sam, firmly but gently. Sam’s eyelids fluttered at the familiar touch and he let out a small sigh. This was going to be… well… hard.

Only a few touches later and Sam was fully erect. Bucky lent further forward and gave him a few kitten licks, trying to cover Sam in saliva to make it easier to get as much as possible in his mouth. Sam tried desperately to pay attention to what Abi Shuto was telling Gibbs about the latest naval officer death, as Bucky swallowed him down and then stilled, head resting on Sam’s inner thigh and the breath from his nose tickling the trimmed patch of hair on Sam’s lower abdomen.

Sam stroked Bucky’s hair, running his fingers through the damp locks that were trying to curl slightly as they dried and relaxed into the feeling of Bucky’s mouth around him. Bucky’s always warm body pressed against him, the sound of the two of them breathing the only thing accompanying the television. He was aware that, gradually, Bucky’s breathing slowed, that he was resting more against Sam’s leg than holding himself up. Bucky’s eyes were shut and some drool was escaping, dampening Sam’s balls, but he couldn’t complain. Bucky might not be asleep, but he was quiet and relaxed. Escaping the demons that plagued him, for at least a short time.

The episode finished and another one played, and Sam finally realised they’d been there about an hour. He moved his hand to Bucky’s cheek, brushing his thumb over the prominent bone, rousing his lover back to reality.

“Hey, Jamie, baby, you good?”

Bucky pulled himself off Sam’s cock, that was back to the half chub stage, and blinked, sleepily. He looked so delicate and sweet, a thousand miles away from the deadly assassin the world thought him to be. Sam took the edge of his towel and wiped at the edges of Bucky’s mouth to remove the bits of drool.

Bucky swallowed heavily.

“Mmm good, Sammy. Sleepy.”

“I know, baby. So good for me. So pretty and sweet.”

Bucky flushed again and Sam felt that familiar thrill ripple through him. He didn’t often get the urge to dom Bucky, but, hell, the man was just so beautiful when he went all submissive; when he allowed himself to be cared for. This was the first time, though, that they’d done something like this, and it felt good. The plan to get Bucky out of his head had worked.

Bucky blinked again, and yawned, looking for all the world like a sleepy kitten, and Sam decided it was probably time for bed.

“Come on, Sugar, let’s get to bed and sleep. If we wake up hungry in a few hours, we’ll sort ourselves out then.

They walked through to the bedroom, hand in hand, discarding their towels to deal with later. Sam helped Bucky into some sleep shorts, grabbed some for himself, steered his sleepy boyfriend into the bed and then climbed in himself.

Bucky cuddled right up to his side, arm thrown over Sam’s waist and holding on tight.

“Love you, Sammy.”

Sam dropped a kiss to the top of his head.

“Love you too, Jamie-baby.”

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not me finally coming back to the sambucky tag and writing something new that has a cheesy T Swift title, hello again everyone

[writerkenna]

okay, let’s go! so for the drabble requests: sam and eric bonding time? 👀

You got it!!! I love the Sam and Eric dynamic

During their first January in their Delacroix home, a winter storm rolls in, bad enough to come with a weather advisory. The plans they had for Sunday dinner at Sarah’s are put on hold, Sam sets a pot of stew on the stove to simmer, and Bucky goes through the mostly unnecessary work of checking that every window is firmly sealed and every child is wrapped in a blanket and sat by a space heater. 

 While Bucky makes a huddle on the floor –Mila sprawled across his lap and Aisha in a sling carrier on his chest–to watch the rain, Sam takes an ansty Eric to his and Bucky’s bedroom. He pulls a thick, leather bound album from the top of his closet, lets it thump down heavy on the bed and sink into the comforter, and wrastles Eric into his arms. Lightning crackles from behind blinds and the boom of thunder makes Sam think of Thor. 

“Now, shh, hey, listen,” Sam hums as Eric wriggles grumpily. He hates days like these, as few and far between as they are, when he’s forced inside, no hope of getting his bare feet in grass or his hands splashing in lake water. Sam’s only hope of appeasing him is some form of distraction, “I got some pretty pictures to show you. Don’t you wanna see?”

“Nooo,” Eric whines, though there’s a whimper to it and he’s burrowing into Sam’s armpit, so it’s probably one of those ‘no’s that means he would actually like to do what is being asked, he’s just too worked up to admit it. Sam chuckles and rocks Eric. 

“Okay, how bout just a few pictures and then we stop?”

Eric hmphs and turns his body towards the album Sam is reaching to flip open, which is another roundabout yes. Sam smiles as he turns the page. 

“That’s your great-gramma Lucille holdin’ Auntie Rose,” Sam says, tracing his fingers around a yellowing print taped to an also discolored page, around the silhouette of his grandmother’s shirtwaist dress. Eric turns to look, his thumb in his mouth (it’s a bad habit that both Sam and Bucky have been trying to help him break, but Sam ignores it for now), and his small fingers follow along the same path. 

There’s more photos to explore after, years of Wilsons (and Bryant’s on Sam’s momma’s side) to let Eric meet. Sam met many this way, as well; his great-great uncle Mason who took his own life, his Titi Shirley who was only in this world from 1948 to 1950, his father’s cousin George who gave his life fighting in Belgium for a country full of people that would have spat in his face had he asked for respect for it. 

But those details are not for Eric’s ears, not yet. For now, he can just grin around his thumb and mumble ‘gwama dawlene’ when he sees a photo he remembers. 

“Looks like me,” Eric says proudly when they reach the point of Sam’s own baby pictures. Sam examines the photo Eric points out; first day of kindergarten, Sam’s momma had dressed up in suspenders and a bow-tie, because impressions matter. His smile is Eric’s exactly. 

“Yeah, nugget,” Sam says with a sigh and a kiss to Eric’s temple, “It does.”

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Part 51: The First Moment (of the Rest of Their Lives)

Finally, the wedding is here! Find Part 51 of The Soft Story of Sam and Bucky, “The First Moment (of the Rest of Their Lives)” on AO3! 10K of wedding fluff? Yes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39570762

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Just Sam and Bucky, debating how to best reheat leftovers.

[livingincolorsagain]

Too Sweet

(T, 2.2k)

He’s a sweet boy, Mrs. Howard tells Sam, standing close by his side as they both watch Bucky work the grill, no less than four people giving him instructions and supervising his work.

Bucky’s cheeks are flushed, his sweaty hair pushed back, but he’s smiling wide and listening intently, eyes glinting and sleeves pushed up his forearms as he gestures with the spatula.

Sam nods, bites back a joke about anyone calling Bucky a boy, and swallows hard.

He’s screwed, is the thing. So screwed.

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A PUPPY IS BORN MY SKIN IS CLEARED MY CROPS ARE WATER I AM SCREAMING THROWING UP LOSING MY MIND

I was literally talking about Sam's disappearance like yesterday and today??? PRAYERS ANSWERED I WANT TO KISS GOD

[wwilsonbarness]

wings

pairings: bucky barnes x sam wilson 

summary: Sam takes Bucky out flying.

warnings: none, pure fluff

word count: 802

a/n: i couldn’t stop picturing this happening so I just had to write it  

Also i'm aware this is probably so inaccurate as to how to ‘fly safely’ LOL but let's just move past that

Feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :) 

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“Sam are you sure this is a good idea” Bucky was looking out the windows of the jet, this was a lot higher than he thought it was going to be. He could feel his heart rate rising the higher they got.

“Bucky this was your idea” Bucky stares at him, Sam was right. 

“I didn’t think we were going to be this high up” Sam started laughing at him.

“Believe it or not, the higher we start the safer it will be” Bucky continues to stare at Sam, clearly not pleased with what he is hearing. “Hey” Sam softens his tone and kneels in front of Bucky, “you trust me right?” 

“I do Sammy” Bucky looks out the window again before continuing, “it’s just reallllly high” 

“I promise you will be fine, but if you really don’t want to, I’ll ask them to take us back down in the jet” 

“No! I will do it” he may have been scared of heights but he was more scared of people thinking he was weak. “Just give me a minute” 

Sam couldn’t help but snicker at his boyfriend, “okay, we still have a couple minutes before we have to jump anyway” Bucky just nodded, Sam could tell he was internally freaking out but was trying to make himself look calm. 

“You ready?” 

“No. but let’s do it anyway, before I change my mind” 

“Okay, come here” Sam ties a harness around Bucky and explains what he has to do. “When we jump, keep holding on to these straps, I’ll tell you when to let go. When I tell you, open your arms out as wide as you can. I’ll do the rest, okay?” 

“Okay, you better not kill us” 

“Bucky I am very good at what I do, you have nothing to worry about” 

“Sam look how high we are, there are a million things to worry about” Sam reaches his head round Bucky’s shoulder and gently places a kiss on his cheek. “I promise, I’ll keep you safe” 

Bucky cracks a smile for the first time since they step foot on the jet but it doesn’t last long, “3, 2, 1, JUMP” 

“OH MY GOD Sam I wasn’t ready!!!” Bucky yelled just loud enough Sam could hear him over the wind. He goes over what Sam told him before they jumped, keep holding onto the straps he thought to himself, don’t let go. But before he could even get used to holding onto the straps Sam shouts right into his ear. 

“Put your arms out now Buck!!” 

“What?!” This was all happening so fast, but he surprisingly liked the adrenaline rush he was feeling. After he took a few seconds to process what was happening he opens his arms out. It’s only now that he actually takes in what is around him, the view was amazing, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t done this before -not that he would ever do it again, he’d rather stick to the safety of the jet.

He would probably never tell Sam how much he was enjoying it, but he had to admit to himself how good it felt, kind of like he was free from everything in that few minutes. Sam could see the slight smile forming on Bucky’s face and couldn’t help but smile with him. 

“We’re nearly down Buck, bring your arms in a bit” There was much less wind now they were lower down so Bucky actually clearly hear what Sam had said and brought his arms in slightly. 

Within 30 seconds they were on the ground, and as always Sam had a gracious landing, even with Bucky stumbling to find balance again.

“So, we going back up Buck?” 

“Nope, never again am I doing that” Sam laughs and pulls Bucky in for a hug. 

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad”

“Sam, that was so high” 

“Bucky, you're a super soldier but you're afraid of heights” Sam joked.

“You keep talking, but next time there’s a spider don’t scream for me to help you” 

“Hey!! Spiders are a big deal!” 

“You’re Captain America and your afraid of spiders, harmless little things” 

“They are far from harmless” Sam replies in the most serious tone Bucky has ever heard him speak in which made Bucky laugh, it reminded him of the last time there was a spider and Bucky came home to find Sam crawled up into a ball on the kitchen counter freaking out.

“I can’t believe I just did that” 

“You did good babe, I’m proud of you” Before Bucky could respond Sam continues, “Even if you did scream like a little girl” Bucky pulls away dramatically. 

“There’s a spider on your shoulder” Sam freaks out, flailing his arms around and screaming. Bucky walks away laughing.

“Now who’s screaming like a little girl” 

[romanoffsbish]

Mom, Dad, I’m…

Wanda Maximoff x R

Blackhill ; Bishova ; Stony ; BuckySam

Happy Pride Angels, 🌈❤️

Warnings: Attempts at Humor. Heteros.

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

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

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

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

Natasha, unfortunately, was your victim.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You now worried that you'd inspired divorces.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You snorted softly, "We understand fellas."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(My babies)

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

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

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

Like father, like son you suppose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I am currently compiling a list of my fav sambucky fluff fics, feel free to recommend fics for me to put on the list

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

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

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist]

Bucky x Reader --

Bath 🌼🔥🦆

Noise 🌼🔥🦆

Fear 🔥⛈️🦆

Clean 🌼🔥🦆

A Long Walk In Winter *** 🌼🔥

A Casual Kiss *** 🌼🔥

A Kiss As Encouragement 🌼🔥

Bucky x OC --

The Stark Legacy (Masterlist)🍀

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

SAMBUCKY --

Alternate Moves *** 🔥⛈️🌼

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

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

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