Jealous Bucky
Prompt: John Walker is flirting with Y/N and Bucky is not happy about it.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
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The mission was over. Finally.
After everything the Thunderbolts had been through—explosions, betrayal, too many close calls, and one particularly annoying helicopter crash—the team had made it out in one piece. Mostly. Everyone was exhausted, bruised, and more than ready for downtime.
They were all scattered around the common room of the safehouse, where someone had put on music and cracked open beers. It was the first time in days that things felt... calm.
Bucky leaned against the kitchen counter, nursing a cold bottle of water. Ava stood beside him, biting into a granola bar and eyeing the room with her usual mix of indifference and sharp observation.
And that’s when Bucky saw it.
Walker was on the couch sitting way too close to Y/N.
Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes // Thunderbolts* 2025
Sex, Dishes, and Emotional Damage
Prompt: Y/N walks into the kitchen where the rest of the Thunderbolts are and is in a very grouchy mood. She's mad at them for one reason and Bucky for another.
Pairing: Fem!reader x Bucky Barnes
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The kitchen buzzed with the usual morning chaos: clattering mugs, half-hearted jokes, and a steady stream of sarcasm as the Thunderbolts tried to function on minimal sleep and questionable caffeine habits.
Y/N shuffled in like a storm cloud wrapped in fuzzy socks. Her hair was in a messy bun that looked moments from total collapse. She wore leggings and one of Bucky’s oversized sweatshirts—it nearly swallowed her whole, the sleeves hanging past her fingertips, the hem brushing her knees. She looked exhausted… and somehow still unfairly adorable.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Yelena chirped from her perch on the counter, legs swinging like a child’s as she sipped from a black coffee mug.
Y/N grunted. “Is it?” she muttered, making a beeline for the coffee pot like it held the meaning of life.
“Someone’s a little grumpy,” Ava sing-songed, lazily stirring her cereal.
“I’m just saying,” John added with a smirk, “this feels like one of those mornings where I pretend I didn’t see anything and slowly back out of the room.”
Bucky, leaning against the fridge, watched his girlfriend move around the kitchen like a very tired, very cute gremlin. He held a banana he’d long since stopped eating, more interested in how she looked in his sweatshirt. His voice was soft when he greeted her.
“Hey, doll.”
Y/N didn’t even look at him. “Don’t ‘doll’ me right now.”
The Broken Bed Frame
Pairing: fem!reader x Bucky Barnes
Prompt: Y/N and Bucky are secretly seeing each other and after a steamy night, Bucky tells the Thunderbolts he needs a new bed. They have a lot of questions.
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The hum of the air conditioning in Avengers Tower was the only sound as Y/N lay tangled in sweat-slick sheets, one arm draped lazily across Bucky’s chest. His skin was warm beneath her palm, rising and falling with steady breaths, and his vibranium arm was still looped protectively around her waist, fingertips brushing the curve of her hip.
The room smelled like sex and victory. Mostly sex.
A lopsided grin tugged at Y/N’s lips as she stared at the crack in the ceiling. “So,” she murmured. “Wanna explain to everyone else why you’re going to be searching for a new bed frame tomorrow?”
Bucky chuckled under his breath, deep and smug. “I’ll just say I rolled over too hard.”
“With me on top of you?”
“With enthusiasm.”
The broken bedframe groaned again as Y/N shifted, prompting another shared laugh before she leaned up to kiss him. The kiss was slow, unhurried, and a lazy reward for a long day of pretending they weren’t screwing each other stupid behind everyone’s backs.
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Bucky Gets Hurt
Pairing: fem!reader x Bucky Barnes
Prompt: Y/N discovers that Bucky got hurt during their last mission and didn't say anything. She becomes upset and he tries his best to calm her down.
Warnings: mention of sex, 18+ only, minors do not engage
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The room was quiet except for the occasional car horn echoing faintly through the windows of Y/N and Bucky’s apartment. Y/N stood still in the doorway of the bathroom, her eyes fixed on the white bandage wrapped snugly around Bucky’s side. He hadn’t noticed her yet, he was facing the mirror, running a hand through his hair with a wince he tried to hide.
“Are you kidding me right now?” she said sharply.
Bucky jumped, turning toward her with guilt already written all over his face.
“Y/N—”
“You didn’t tell me you were hurt?” she asked, crossing her arms and leaning on the doorframe. “When were you going to? Or was I just going to keep thinking you’ve been extra grumpy for no reason?”
“It’s not that bad,” he replied quickly, but even he didn’t sound convinced.
She scoffed. “Oh, so not telling your girlfriend that you got stabbed during a mission is just… casual now?”
“I didn’t want you to worry.”
“That’s not your decision to make, Bucky!”
He let out a long sigh and turned around to face her, his back resting against the counter. “You were already freaked out about the mission. I figured if I told you, you’d—”
“What?” she cut in. “Care too much? Want to help? Want to actually know what the hell is going on with my boyfriend?”
He flinched, his jaw tight.
Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Wait. Is this why you didn’t let me take off your shirt yesterday?” She threw her hands in the air, walking back into the bedroom and began to pace, Bucky following behind her. “Oh my God—Bucky, we had sex in the kitchen, and I thought you were just being rough and dominant and sexy—”
You're Not Subtle - John Walker/US Agent
Pairing: John Walker x Fem!Reader/Thunderbolt
Warnings: None!
Thought I'd change it up :P
Never Have I Ever (Adult Edition)
Prompt: The Thunderbolts decide to play Never Have I Ever. Much to Bucky's dismay Y/N becomes a little to willing to share about their sex life.
Warnings: Mentions of sex, 18+, minors do not engage
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The Thunderbolts were somehow not blowing something up, which was impressive. Following a rare successful mission with zero civilian casualties and only one minor fire (which Ghost put out with a fire extinguisher and a smirk), they’d earned some downtime at Avengers Tower.
That’s how they ended up sprawled across mismatched couches and beanbags in the lounge, a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the coffee table, and a game of “Never Have I Ever: Adult Edition” already spiraling into chaos.
Bucky sat with his arm slung across the back of the couch, Y/N sitting with her back against the armrest, legs sprawled across the couch and onto Bucky’s lap. Both of them were holding half drunken beers in their hands.
Walker leaned in with a wicked grin. “Alright, next one. Never have I ever had sex in a quinjet.”
There were some groans, a couple of eye-rolls, and then two people drank: Yelena, with absolutely zero shame, and—Y/N .
Everyone turned.
Bucky raised his eyebrows and looked down at her, amused.
Y/N shrugged with a smug little smile. “What?! Don’t you remember we were stuck on a stakeout for 36 hours, and it was raining. I got bored.”
“Oh, I remember,” Bucky said, smirking.
