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marvelfanfics1 · 10 months
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I deserve more daddy sambucky fics!
I CRAVE THEM!
- Makayla 💜
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purple-babygirl · 1 month
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Hi! I just discovered your blog and i love your writing so so much! I wanted to ask if it's not too much work if you could give us a Sambucky version of something lent instead of it being Sebastian and Anthony? It's totally fine if you don't want to or don't have time. I hope you have a wonderful day!
something lent (SamBucky version)
Pairing: Mob!Sam Wilson x f!reader x Mob!Bucky Barnes Word Count: 8,326 (i know) Summary: Sharing is caring, no? Warnings: 18+ content. pure smut with little plot, nsfw, Mob AU, mention of a safe word, petnames, use of a butt plug, oral (m and f receiving), deep throating, vaginal and anal penetration, fingering, cuckolding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking, dom/sub dynamics, sir kink, threesome (m x f x m), multiple orgasms, squirting, one face slap, slight degradation. This is nothing but self-indulgent filth. A/N: thank you for being so patient, nonnie i know it's been a week. i understand that not a lot of people are comfortable reading RPF especially smut and that's okay. i rewrote you a SamBucky version like you asked. please enjoy xx💜 ~~~~ She didn’t mind being Bucky’s pet. She actually loved it. She was a nobody when he first found her, an innocent, feeble soul for him to corrupt and own. She didn’t put up much of a fight when he told her he wanted her because back then she needed what he’d offered. But now she couldn’t imagine being without him.
Bucky stole her heart and she gladly let him, never having felt safer. He gave her a life, made her the princess of his mansion and heart. He had all that he could possibly want in the palm of his hand but she remained his most precious possession.
“Do you trust me, puppy?” Bucky asked, his hand cupping her cheek gently.
“With my life, sir.” She gave a genuine smile, leaning into his warm touch. She was in position, on her knees for him by the front door just the way he liked. Bucky had told her to wait there and she obediently has been for the past hour, just awaiting his arrival to their home.
She was his obedient, little puppy; his submissive, good girl. Bucky loved her more than anything in the world and he never thought a day where he’d want to share her would come. But Sam needed to be persuaded if Bucky wanted any part in that new deal. They were friends, yes, but business was business. And it wasn’t like Bucky missed how his girl would secretly check the man out whenever he would stay for dinner. How dare he deny her whatever her heart desired?
So maybe for one night, just one, for these ‘compelling circumstances’, Bucky could manage to share her with Sam. Just one night.
“If I wanted you to do something, you’d be a good girl for me, wouldn’t you? You’d make me proud?”
Sam was at the end of the room with a devious smirk on his face, knowing he had Bucky right where he wanted him. This deal wasn’t going to be his unless Sam let him have it and Sam’s price was high. “Babygirl, come to the office. Daddy's angry.” Bucky said into the phone and the man before him swallowed harshly. In less than a minute, there was a shy knock on the door and she peeked before sauntering inside, but Bucky tsked, shaking his head. “You know better, puppy.” She dropped to her knees on the hard marble at the mention of her pet name, crawling like an animal till she reached Bucky's chair. “Good pup, open,” he ordered, tapping his hard cock on her cheek. “Sir, is this really necessary?” The man gulped when he heard her gag under the desk. “I'm putting my cock down her throat so I won't put a bullet down yours. Would you like that better?” Bucky growled, withdrawing from her mouth briefly before sliding back inside, making her gag. “N-No, sir. Forgive me.” “Continue talking then.”
Later that day, Sam got the courage to ask for what he really wanted while he had the chance. “What's it gonna take for you to give me that deal, Wilson?” he asked, stretching his legs out on his large desk. “A taste of your puppy.” “What!!” Bucky let his legs down, his eyes throwing daggers at Sam. “I want a night with her.”
“She's no whore and she's mine.” “I know. Makes me want her even more.” Bucky only glared in reply. “Just one night, have her at my mercy and do whatever I want with her, and then we'll talk about that deal.” “Yes, sir. Always.” She didn’t know what he was talking about, but no matter what he wished from her, she knew that would be her answer. She existed to make Bucky pleased and proud.
“Sam is with me. He’s waiting outside,” Bucky informed her, thumb caressing her cheek and soft blue eyes gauging her reaction.
“Would he be staying for dinner?”
She was kind of screwed if that was the case because she’s only prepared dinner for two, knowing how much her sir hated it when they wasted food.
“If you’re the meal, yes,” Bucky chuckled darkly.
“W-What?”
“I’m thinking about lending you to Sam tonight, baby girl. It’s business-related. What do you say?”
Lending. It was only fitting, considering she was Bucky’s property. She knew that and she treasured it. She didn’t need him to explain how this was related to his work or why she was expected to help. She trusted Bucky. She also couldn’t deny that Sam was hotter than the hell she might end up burning in because of all the things she let and continues to let Bucky do to her.
“Whatever you want, sir. You know best,” she echoed his words to him, wanting him to know she trusted him and was up for whatever he wanted to do with her. And if what he wanted just happened to be lending her to Sam Wilson, whatever that meant, then who was she to say no?
“Baby girl, you don’t have to. If you don’t want to, tell me now,” Bucky calmly told her; wanting her to refuse now if she had it in her.
He didn’t want to pressure her into doing anything, especially this. If his girl didn’t want to do this, then to hell with their deal; he was sending Sam home.
“It’s okay, sir. I want to,” she muttered shyly.
“What was that?” Bucky smirked.
“I-I want you to lend me to Sam tonight,” she stuttered.
“You’re one good slut, puppy.” Bucky sighed in pride, his touch leaving her.
“Sir,” her smaller hand got hold of his before he could walk to the front door to let Sam in, “you’re gonna be there, right?”
“Of course, baby girl. I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured her, kissing the top of her coconut-smelling head.
“Okay.” She nodded and let out a relieved huff as she watched him welcome Sam inside.
“Hey, baby,” Sam warmly smiled at her, as if she wasn’t literally kneeling at his feet and he wasn’t there to bang her brains out.
“Hello, Sa-” She stopped herself, not sure if she was allowed to call him Sam.
“Sir?” Her lost eyes found Bucky’s, not wanting to be anything but good for him. He immediately understood.
“She wants to know if she can call you by your name,” Bucky explained to a slightly confused Sam.
“Oh, yeah! I was hoping you’d be screaming it tonight, babe, so,” Sam shrugged flirtatiously, giving her a lopsided smirk that made her heart flutter. Bucky felt a minor tug at his own when he saw her bite back a smile.
Was this a good idea? Even if it wasn’t; it was sort of too late to go back now.
“Alright, do you remember your rules, puppy?” Bucky asked, changing subjects.
“Yes, sir.” She nodded with a smile.
“Wait, what are her rules?” Sam raised an eyebrow.
“Why don’t you tell Sam about our rules while I get a drink, baby girl?” Bucky suggested before reluctantly walking to the kitchen to fetch glasses. He needed something to help him bear what was about to happen.
She looked up at Sam with her wide, puppy eyes, waiting for him to second her permission to speak. He realized that must be where she got her pet name from now. “Go ahead, baby,” Sam told her, his thick fingers twirling some of her waves around his fingers, playing tenderly with the hairs.
Shit, she was nervous.
“I- um- I’m not allowed to speak unless I’m spoken to, or move unless sir tells me to. I’m not allowed to touch sir or myself without permission,” she recited like the good girl she was for Bucky, and was soon to be for Sam, “not allowed to address sir by his name, and I’m not allowed to- to cum without permission either.”
Her face was flushed when she got to the last rule as Sam’s fingers, now fully immersed in her scalp, moved her head upwards to face him. She wondered if Sam’s eyes were originally this dark or if they were darkening like her sir’s did during their scenes.
“Good girl. And you know you can stop us both at any point, any second, just whenever you feel like it’s too much or if you’re overwhelmed,” Bucky reminded her. He was very protective of her, and her safety was his first priority.
“I know, sir.” She nodded, smiling lovingly at the caring man reappearing before her.
“What’s your safe word, puppy? He asked her, handing Sam his drink.
Sam let go of her hair and took the glass, sipping on the drink as he intently eyed her sundress-clad body.
“Red,” she said her word out loud.
She was so proud of herself for never having used it before, and she wasn’t intending on using it anytime soon either. Bucky never pushed her to the point where she needed her safe word. But it made Bucky feel better to know she remembered she had a way out; the option to stop. It was important to him that she knew that he would never let anything happen to her without her consent and desire, so she didn’t mind when he did this every time before a heavy session. If anything, the anticipation of what she presumed to come made her leak in her panties.
“That’s right. And you’re gonna use it if you need to, yes, puppy?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And what if you can’t talk?”
Sam raised an eyebrow at the question.
“I tap your nearest body part 3 times.”
“Show Sam how you do it.” Bucky nodded towards his friend.
She obediently lifted a hand up and tapped the back of Sam’s thigh three consecutive taps.
“Did you feel that?” Bucky asked him, wanting to make sure her touches were recognizable.
“Yeah.” Sam nodded.
“Okay, and what if you can’t move your hands, baby girl?”
“I close my eyes shut and sir will stop right away.”
“That’s right. And other than that?”
“I’m never allowed to break eye contact with sir if my mouth is busy,” she told him her last, unofficial rule.
“Good girl. Now go wait in the bedroom while I have a word with Sam, puppy.” Bucky kissed her forehead.
Without another word, she got up and left, her heart beats racing her up the stairs.
“What kind of shit do you do to your girl, man? Why wouldn’t she be able to talk or touch?!”
“Be a little patient and you might find out tonight.” Bucky downed the rest of his drink.
“Now, for your rules,” Bucky started.
“My rules?” Sam chuckled.
“You’re not allowed to cum in her pussy. That’s mine to fill,” Bucky continued, looking as stern as Sam’s ever seen him.
“Alright, fair enough.”
“I want you to make sure she’s using please and thank you or else you punish her.”
“Copy that.” Sam smirked. He was almost as sadistic as Bucky was. Almost.
“If she says her safe word you stop at once. I don’t care what you’re doing, you stop it.” Bucky’s tone left no room for messing around. He was serious about this. If they were going to do it, they were going to do it right.
“Alright, man. If she says stop I stop.”
“Oh, no, that’s not what I said.” Bucky smirked, shaking his head.
“Wha-”
“If she says stop, keep going. She doesn’t mean it.” Bucky smirked wider, “if she says red, however, your touch instantly leaves her.”
“Are you sure about this?” Sam frowned.
“Yeah, she loves to beg.” He smiled fondly at the thought of his perfect girl pleading before walking to the stairs, “You comin’?”
~
When both men entered the room, Sam’s eyes darkened even more at what they were met with.
She was out of her dress. Her hair was now tied up in a ponytail, her cheeks glowing, arms bent behind her back and her folded knees parted. Her rounded breasts were on display, hard nipples hiding behind the thin lace. She looked delicious, ripe and ready for the taking. And boy was Sam ready to take.
Her heart was thrumming in her ears. She knew all the gentleness from downstairs was about to vanish. She knew she was about to be treated like a fucktoy by both of these mob men and she couldn’t wait.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Sam whispered, taking in the simple, rose lingerie hugging her body and licking his lips.
“Show Sam what you got for your birthday, puppy,” Bucky ordered, closing the bedroom door behind him.
She swallowed shyly before turning around and bending forward to give Sam a full view of her ass and the red jewel peeking out from between its cheeks, the thin string of her thong doing nothing to cover it.
Bucky’s gotten her a lot of stuff on her birthday, but this glass butt plug was among her top favourties. It was big enough to hurt just the right amount. He knew she couldn’t feel pleasure without it being mixed with a little pain. He knew everything there was to know about her inside out.
She had no idea why Bucky told her to slip the plug in that morning but she knew better now and she was dripping wet with excitement. Her face was hot because she knew this wasn’t a mere show. Bucky was letting Sam know he could fuck her ass if he wanted to and she was more than ready for him to do just that.
“Holy fuck.” Sam felt his pants tighten when he saw the toy held inside her ass. The grown man almost made grabby hands at the sight.
“You can turn back around now, baby girl.”
She did and her eyes looked up to Bucky as a matter of habit, her heart running a marathon in her chest.
Bucky couldn’t help but smirk proudly at Sam’s reaction, jealousy no longer that present in his system. He gave his girl one adoring, reassuring smile before walking and sitting down on the couch facing the side of their bed. He was more ready than he’d realized he was to sit in the only front row seat available and enjoy the show that was about to start.
She, on the other hand, didn’t move a muscle, her eyes looking back down at the floor after meeting Bucky’s, focusing on Sam’s shiny shoes. Her hands remained behind her back and her thighs remained open while she kneeled on the floor by the end of the bed.
“What am I gonna do with you, baby?” Sam whispered lustfully, one finger lifting her chin up.
Her eyes wanted to flicker to Bucky for permission, but she reminded herself she was Sam’s for the night. Bucky has lent her to him. She was to take her orders and get her permissions from Sam now.
“Sam asked you a question, puppy.” Bucky’s voice snapped her out of her trance, indirectly reminding her of the rules she was supposed to follow. She had to focus if she wanted to make Bucky proud. She had to be his good girl even if it meant being so for another man while he watched. Especially if it meant being so for another man while he watched.
“A-Anything you want, Sam.” Her answer drew a wicked smile on Sam’s full lips.
“You know I respect you, right?” He asked, his tone serious, confusing her for a second.
“Yes?”
“Good, remember that ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you like I don’t tonight.” Sam smirked and patted her cheek before walking and taking a seat next to Bucky on the couch. She swallowed at the not-so-subtle warning, anticipation rising inside her belly and wetness rushing out of her core.
“Com’ere,” Sam called for her, remembering her rule: she wasn’t allowed movement without permission.
She was quick to get her hands on the floor, crawling to where Sam sat, kneeling by him and waiting for more instructions. She could feel two sets of eyes burning holes into her as she got closer to the couch but she refused to let it intimidate her.
Sam kept her kneeling before him, just basking in his newfound feeling of authority. He then took his jacket off, finding his Cuban cigars and a lighter before leaving it on the arm of the couch.
She looked so innocent even in such revealing lingerie and Sam wanted nothing more than to see that innocence ruined. He lit up his cigar, watching her closely, waiting for her to look up without permission; to break a rule. But she didn’t.
“Bring me that ashtray.” He pointed to the ashtray on the bedside table.
“Yes, Sam.” She instantly crawled back to carry out the order.
She stared up at the ashtray for a second, trying to figure a way to get it back to Sam. She knew she couldn’t get up on two feet, and she couldn’t carry the heavy ashtray in her mouth either. So instead she lifted one hand up to get hold of the glass object, and then carefully placed it on the center of her back. She put her arm back on the ground as slowly as possible before crawling back to Sam.
“Fuck me,” Sam breathed lowly but Bucky heard him.
“Come’ere, sexy,” he smirked, beckoning her with his finger.
She eventually arrived by the man’s knees, not moving a muscle; her body serving as Sam’s own table, offering him the ashtray and everything else under it.
“You’re such a good pet. I see why your sir never wants to leave the house.”
“Thank you, Sam,” she whispered shyly, giving a shy smile.
Sam removed the heavy glass from her back, setting it between himself and Bucky on the couch and tapped his cigar over it. She sat back on her knees in her default position.
“Take those off, baby.” Sam ordered, the tip of his shoe rubbing between her legs over her baby pink thong, “you don’t need ‘em.”
Keeping herself from whimpering, she did as she was told and kneeled back, feeling the air hit her wet cunt. She was more exposed now and a chill ran through her back when she felt Sam eyeing her wetness.
“Look at your pussy glistening when no one’s even touched you yet!” Sam mocked, bringing the tip of his shoe back under her core.
“So you’re not allowed to move without permission, huh?”
“Yes, Sam,” she mumbled.
“Not allowed to cum either?”
“Yes, Sam.”
“Let’s see how good you are at following your rules then.” Sam smirked devilishly, taking a long puff from his cigar as he brought his foot up, nudging her clit with the front of his shoe, “eyes on me.”
She bit her lip and looked at the man, trying not to squirm as the frictionless leather shoe started slowly moving back and forth between her thighs. Sam glided his foot all the way back and her clit got caught on the pointed tip again, making her breath hitch in her throat.
The patent leather was sliding so smoothly under her pussy, almost making squeaky sounds with how wet she was. A shiver slightly shook her thighs when her bud was nudged again but she kept her posture and let out a pleasured sigh. She was getting close and her face and neck were hot.
Bucky knew that look too well and he bit down his lip at the thought of Sam getting his girl so flustered so fast. He hated watching her get teased by another man and hated the raging boner it was giving him.
“Maybe you are as good as Bucky tells me after all.” She didn’t even notice the shoe was no longer touching her until Sam’s impressed voice filled her ears.
“Th-thank you, Sam.” She smiled proudly, finally able to breathe, though her clit still throbbed.
His shoe was now glossy with her arousal and she stared at it in slight embarrassment. She wondered what Bucky was thinking. Was he proud of her? Was he going to punish her for getting so wet for Sam?
“I also heard you were good with your mouth.” Sam cupped her cheek and traced his thumb along her lower lip. She nervously nodded in confirmation.
He took his touch away from her, “show me then, clean the mess you made on my shoes.”
Her mouth opened and closed at the instruction, but she quickly got back on her hands, bowing by Sam’s feet to lick a strip on top of the shoe she’d dirtied. She nearly made a face at the taste of herself tainted with the taste of leather.
“Don’t forget the other shoe too.”
“Yes, Sam.”
She was licking and slurping like his shoes tasted of her favourite ice cream, switching left and right between both shoes. She just wanted to be good. When Sam eventually let out a low “enough”, his pair of shoes was shinier than it ever was with her saliva coating it.
She lifted herself up and involuntarily looked at Bucky for approval. He gave her his ‘good girl’ smirk and she bit back another smile of her own, licking her lips and casting her eyes down.
“Good girl, so obedient,” Sam voiced Bucky’s thoughts for her before taking her by the neck to press his lips to hers, licking her taste off her tongue.
The kiss was gentle despite the tight hold he had on her neck. It was Sam’s way of emphasizing that she shouldn’t keep looking at Bucky. She could taste the cigar on his tongue and hoped hers didn’t taste of leather.
Sam’s dark eyes gazed at her hungrily when he pulled away, “now get that mouth on me, baby. Show me what it can really do,” he whispered against her lips, letting her neck go.
Not needing further urging, she sat up on her knees and her fingers did quick work of the man’s pants. He lifted himself up, helping her push his pants and boxer briefs down his knees. And once his hard dick sprung free, she sat back and stared with a slack jaw. That was one beautiful cock right there and it was about to be in her mouth. It was hers to suck for the night.
Bucky noticed and his jaw clenched as he made her a silent promise in his head to remind her who she really belonged to later.
“What? Too big for you?” Sam teased cockily, pushing her chin up and closing her mouth for her.
She licked her lips and shook her head. Yes, Sam was longer than Bucky, but she could definitely take him.
“What are you waiting for then? Get to work.” Sam opened his legs and sat back and she had to fight the urge to look at Bucky again.
Given permission to touch, she moved her warm hands up Sam’s strong thighs, trying to stop herself from imagining riding them to focus on the real prize in between.
One of her hands wrapped around his hard length and gave a small squeeze, hearing him sigh already. She started slowly moving her hand up and down his cock, more sighs leaving Sam’s lips as he relaxed more into the couch. Her mouth watered at the sight of precum dribbling out of his head and she gave no warning before she flattened her tongue and licked a strip along the underside of his cock and over the tip. She closed her lips around it and let her tongue flick over Sam’s slit, softly humming at his musky taste with the tinge of saltiness she would always remember as Sam’s. It was different from her sir’s but it was fucking tasty. Sam moaned at the sudden warmth surrounding his sensitive tip and bucked his hips.
She managed to take most of Sam in her mouth, her hand stroking what she couldn’t yet fit. His big hand was on the back of her head, below her ponytail as he gently thrust half of his length in and out of her mouth.
“Keep going. She can take it.” Bucky could tell Sam was holding back, but he knew what his girl could handle. He knew she loved to be used. And he also knew he needed to stroke himself over his pants to the sight of her deep throating Sam.
“She’s so good. Fuck!” Sam groaned, keeping eye contact with her all the while as his hips snapped deeper. She looked admirable with tears gathering in her wide eyes, and his cock filling her mouth.
Sam pushed himself deeper and she did her best to relax her throat but he had her gagging anyways. Definitely longer than Bucky.
She hollowed her cheeks and held on to Sam’s thighs, letting him use her throat and hearing the sexiest groans leave his. Her clit was tingling with need.
“Oh yes, baby. Choke on it,” Sam growled when he held her by her ponytail and gave a deep thrust, making her gag again.
Tears left her eyes as she focused on sucking and breathing through her nose. Her tongue teased the now very prominent vein on the underside of Sam’s cock and his hands tightened around her locks; it almost hurt. She loved it.
Sam pulled out for a minute to let her breathe before grabbing her head again, pushing her mouth down his cock until the hairs above it tickled her nose. He kept her there, his cock deep-seated in her throat and she held still. She didn’t dare do anything other than relax her throat for him.
Sam let up, giving her a minute to breathe before getting himself sheathed back down her warm throat again.
“Look at you chocking on another man’s cock like the little slut you are,” Bucky whispered, leaning forward, his hand finding the jewel peeking out of her tighter hole and lightly tapping it.
She gasped but it turned into a gurgle around Sam’s cock, making him moan and Bucky laugh.
“She’s drenched just from having your cock down her throat, Sam.” Bucky chuckled when his friend groaned, his index pushing down on the jewel and circling slowly, making the tip of the plug twirl inside her. He intentionally avoided checking how wet she was, depriving her clit of any relief his fingers could possibly provide.
Her moans around Sam were muffled and she could do nothing but kneel there and take it. She knew better than to squirm or try to move away from Bucky’s torment or Sam’s cock.
“Shit, make her do that again,” Sam panted, feeling himself get close to release.
Hearing them talk about her like she wasn’t there made her pussy pulse. Bucky pulled on the jewel, only getting an inch of it out before shoving it back inside her again, holding down hard and rolling the jewel. The bulbous head of the plug massaged circles inside her tightness.
She choked on another moan, the sensation of the glass dildo swirling on the inside of her ass was maddening. It was all new to her. It felt so good but not at all enough and she could feel her wetness ooze down her thighs as her cunt clenched around nothing.
“Fuck, gonna cum,” Sam grunted as she continued sucking and mewling around him. “You know what to do, puppy,” Bucky warned, although he knew she wouldn’t spit, pushing the toy further in her.
Sam’s hot cum shot down her throat and she moaned when she tasted more of him. Her swallowing around Sam’s tip made his hips stutter through his orgasm. He tugged her head back by her hair, slowly slipping his cock out of her mouth, but she still bent forward and cleaned him up with her tongue.
“Thank you, Sam.” She licked her lips and smiled timidly at the man.
He just chuckled, still having trouble breathing, “my pleasure, you perfect little thing.”
“Good girl.” Bucky possessively slapped her ass, making her whimper before sitting back and smirking down at her state.
Her face was hot, cheeks slightly moist with her tears and chin with her spit. Her lips were swollen and her hair was a mess, ponytail no longer in place.
“Very good,” Sam gulped, “goddamn, girl!”
She smiled wider at the praise as Sam wiped the tears off her cheeks.
“Fix your hair so we can take a look at that wet pussy, baby girl.” Bucky interrupted.
Her gaze alternated between his face and strained cock, silently asking what about you?
“I’ll have my fun with you, puppy. Don’t you worry your greedy, little holes.” Bucky grinned and she blushed, raising her arms to her head to redo her ponytail.
~
When Bucky went back down to get himself another drink, thinking it’d help him cool off, and it was just her alone with Sam, he told her to get up and stand by the bed. He loved watching her ass as she walked now that he knew she had a plug in. He walked over to her after pulling up his boxers, shoes and pants off and forgotten.
“What do you want, baby?” Sam asked, his fingers playing with her right bra strap.
“I wanna please you, Sam.” She knew her answer, her tone hushed as his hands started kneading her soft boobs.
“You don’t want me to return the favor?” Sam tilted his head to the side with a smirk, the pads of his thumbs swiping over her barely covered nipples, circling and teasing.
“O-only if you want to.” She was trying her best not to squirm under his touch or at the thought of his lips on her. Sam’s lust-filled eyes kept eye contact with her wide doe ones while his hands pushed her bra straps down her shoulders, slowly reaching back to unclasp the whole thing. He let it slip down her arms as his stare moved lower to take in her naked chest.
“You’re too perfect,” he whispered to himself, squeezing her boobs again as Bucky opened the door and walked back in, but she heard him and blushed.
Bucky’s jacket was gone and his cock was tenting in his pants. Cooling off didn’t work.
Sam pulled hard on her nipples when he saw her get distracted by Bucky’s entrance, making her gasp. Sam wanted to punish her. He wanted to see her break a rule but she was too good, so well-trained. She didn’t squeak the ‘please’ that was on the tip of her tongue at the feeling. She didn’t let herself beg for more. She didn’t stumble forward.
Bucky smirked, knowing she would always want him and only him no matter who was with her. He sat on his spot on the couch and sipped on his drink, dark eyes watching her naked body be played with by Sam.
“Get on the bed, baby.” Sam ordered with a nod, “on your back.” And she wasted no time before obeying.
“Open your legs for me,” Sam murmured after positioning a pillow under her head. He wanted her to watch him devour her.
He circled the bed and a shiver ran through her when the chill air hit her wet core again as she did like she was told and spread her legs.
Sam held her ankles, getting on his knees before her at the end of the bed and setting her shins on his broad shoulders.
“Turns out I’m in the mood to return the favor, so let me hear you, baby. Don’t hold back,” Sam said, giving her permission to make noises as he slowly pulled the plug out of her ass.
She let out a soft whine that had him craving more. Sam didn’t waste a minute, immediately diving in between her legs, licking up a stripe from her opening to her clit before slipping his tongue in her pussy.
Sam moaned at her sweet taste and she threw her head back, mewling as she felt his tongue poke inside and his lips vibrate on her.
Sam’s thick index traced her rim, filling the place her plug has been, feeling around before being joined by his middle. He sucked her clit between his lips as his fingers scissored inside of her ass. Her back bowed off the bed with a loud whine, the coldness of his rings strongly felt against her hot insides.
She didn’t have permission to touch Sam so she grabbed on the sheets under her instead, whimpering and trying to remain in place.
“Sam,” she moaned when he slowed his movements on her holes.
“You like what I’m doing to you? You like getting your ass fingered while my tongue flicks your little clit?”
“Yes, yes, please,” she whined desperately.
“Please what, baby? Be specific.” Sam smirked before licking up and down her taint.
“Please don’t stop,” she squealed, opening her legs as wide as they’d go on the man’s shoulders.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” Sam said as he slipped a third finger next to the two already inside her ass.
Bucky couldn’t take it anymore, dreading that her attention was no longer on him, completely hoarded by Sam at the moment. She was squirming and mewling like a bitch in heat, and palming himself over his pants did nothing for him. He put his glass down and got on the bed by her head, noticing her eyes already looking glazed over. Her mouth unstoppably let out the softest pleads and whimpers.
Bucky unbuckled his pants and pushed them down just enough to get his dick out, desperate to feel her mouth around him.
“Open wide for your sir, puppy,” Bucky demanded and she promptly let her tongue out as he guided himself closer to her face.
Bucky was straddling her head, his back to the headboard, and when he sheathed his entire cock down her throat, he swore he could see it bulging on the outside of her neck. She gagged at the sudden intrusion, but wrapped her lips around him still. Bucky threw his head back, feeling her wet throat hug his cock. She was so good for him. She was always so good for him; he’d burn down the world for those teary, doe eyes.
“I wanted to hear her,” Sam complained when he lifted his head from her pussy to see her mouth stuffed full, fingers reaching deeper inside her ass. She mewled and gagged more around Bucky’s cock, making him groan before smiling smugly at Sam.
“Yeah, well, I wanted to fuck her throat.” Bucky smirked, thrusts going languid and deep.
“Fine, have it your way.” Sam put his tongue back inside of her, and started sliding it in and out of her heat, lapping at her like a starved man.
She would gasp Sam’s name every time Bucky paused and took his cock out for her to breathe, making him shove himself back in her mouth with little gentleness. He stopped using her mouth when he saw her stomach tensing though. He knew when she was about to cum; he knew all the signs.
“Can I please cum, Sam?” She gulped as Bucky caressed her face, wiping any residue tears.
Looking into her teary eyes, Bucky felt himself fall in love with her all over again. She always looked so beautiful when she was about to lose it.
Sam’s merciless stimulation of her two holes and Bucky’s cock stuffing the third drove her to a near edge quicker than ever. Sam was everywhere. His fingers fucking her ass and his tongue fucking her cunt all while his lips sucked her clit.
“Cum for me, puppy.” Sam purposefully used Bucky’s pet name for her to rile him up before sucking harder on her bundle of nerves, pushing his fingers deeper in her and curling them.
Bucky, naturally, slid his dick down her throat once more, forbidding Sam from hearing his name be shouted.
Her thighs shook, involuntarily closing around Sam’s head. With a scream muffled on Bucky’s cock, her ass fluttered around Sam’s fingers as she came, feeling him drink her release right up from the source.
“That’s a good puppy.” Sam smirked up at Bucky, who still stood with a hard cock on him, only now it was wet with her saliva.
“Thank you, Sam.” She panted, feeling her toes uncurl and her muscles start to relax.
“You’re welcome, baby.” He pecked her clit one last time before towering over her, caging her between his muscular arms. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and let her taste herself again. She tasted much better on his tongue than his shoes.
“Do you mind?” Sam broke the kiss, “I’m gonna fuck her now, go back to your couch.” He pressed his lips back to hers again, swallowing her shocked gasp.
She knew she’d probably be the one to face Bucky’s wrath later and the thought left her whimpering against Sam’s lips.
Bucky scoffed and got off the bed, giving her a menacing smirk. He’d let Sam take what he needed for the night because he knew whose cock she’d be begging for later anyway. A deal was a deal and he wanted to get this over with too.
Sam slid down her body again and gave her pussy another kiss, “gonna fuck this ass real good,” he whispered to her core.
“Let me see you live up to the name, puppy.” Sam pinched her side and got off the bed.
She heard her order loud and clear, getting on all fours for Sam and looking at herself in the mirror. Her ponytail was ruined once more from her squirming on the bed and the baby hairs on her forehead were stuck there with sweat. Her cheeks were burning and lips puffy. She whimpered and her limbs shook, her stare lowering as she blushed at how hungry she felt for another man.
“Eyes on the mirror.” She looked back up obediently and saw Sam taking his shirt off.
The man looked like museum art. His defined, muscular arms and buff, sculpted chest had her pussy drooling all over again. And good god that ass was just exquisite.
She watched Sam climb on the bed behind her form, pulling her ass to him and grinding himself on her. He was rock hard as if she hasn’t touched him all night. Then his tip nudged her tighter hole and she bit down.
“You got lube?” he asked, alternatively slapping his cock on both her holes.
“F-First drawer.”
“Gonna fuck you so good your little puppy holes would be gapin’ for days.” Another rush of wetness left her cunt at Sam’s promise; she ached to be filled. Sam lubed his cock up, poking her ass with the tip before carefully pushing it past her rim. She let out a shaky breath, head dropping as she felt her muscles stretch with little resistance to accommodate Sam’s length. The man was blessed.
“Eyes on the mirror I said,” Sam grunted, bottoming out inside her ass.
She instantly lifted her head up and her eyes met the reflection of his dark ones.
“Don’t make me repeat myself again.” He smacked her thigh, rolling his hips to push himself deeper in her ass, “you’ve been good so far.”
“’M sorry, Sam.” She whimpered. “Such a good puppy.” Sam began moving in and out, taking his time with her, letting her adjust, his fingers digging into her hips, most likely bruising the soft flesh.
“Fuck, your ass is tight, baby.” Despite being previously stretched on the plug, she was still so tight and her walls gripped Sam so needily every time he buried his dick in her.
When he felt she’s gotten used to him and heard her breathing get louder, Sam stilled and locked eyes with her in the mirror while his middle and ring fingers pushed inside her wet pussy without warning. He smirked when he watched her breath hitch in surprise, mouth falling open further and eyes struggling not to shut. She’s never felt so full. “You’re so wet, baby. Who made you this wet?” Sam asked, his cock delivering a harsh stab to her ass, fingers moving in and out of her cunt.
It took everything not to turn her head to Bucky to seek his permission for what she knew she was supposed to say. “I asked you a question, puppy.” Sam took his cock out of her ass and before she could even register or protest, he shoved it in her pussy, filling her up in one thrust.
She screamed out, pain mixed with pleasure just the way she liked and there was no way stopping her mouth now, “you, Sam, you. You made me wet. It’s all for you.”
Her squealing was a bucket of ice on Bucky’s head. It’s all for Sam? Was it now?
“That’s a good puppy,” Sam grunted behind her, fucking into her in hard, fast thrusts. She could feel his tip kissing her cervix with every push of his hips. She was floating, unable to silence or manage her screams.
Sam switched again, sliding out of her wet cunt and plunging his cock back in her ass, “who’s making you scream?” he slapped her ass before his fingers found her swollen clit.
“Y-You, Sam! You!” She clutched the sheets, barely able to keep herself up.
“Damn right.” He gave one harsh thrust and her orgasm peeked at her from around the corner.
“Can I please cum? Please.” Her teary eyes pleaded with him in the mirror.
“Gonna cum for me again already?” Sam chuckled, his fingers relentless on her clit.
“Yes, Sam, p-please.” She whined, pussy clenching around nothing as he filled her ass.
“Cum.” One word and her orgasm was washing over her in waves.
Her arms involuntarily stretched above her head and clutching the bedding, her face lowered and hidden in the sheets as her ass pushed back against Sam. Her orgasm rippled through her and her thighs quivered again.
Sam bit his lip at the sight of her cumming with his cock stuffing her ass, fingers still playing with her clit to keep her trembling until she whined, chest heaving and tummy still clenching.
“So it’s all for Sam?” Bucky’s voice echoed throw the room and she could barely breathe now.
“Sir-” She forced her head up from the mattress, teary eyes already begging for forgiveness.
“Do I need to remind you who owns you, pup?” Bucky gently touched her cheek, “do I?” he slapped her before painfully gripping her jaw.
“No, sir, I-I could never forget.” She shook her head, instant tears filling her eyes. Shame filled her as she could still feel herself fluttering around Sam’s cock.
“Seems like you did, puppy.” Bucky let go of her jaw, his own clenching in held in ire.
“Get off her.” He nodded to Sam, who was still snug inside her.
“I thought you said I was in charge tonight? C’mon now, you don’t wanna confuse this poor puppy, my cock is already fucking her dumb enough.”
“Get off,” Bucky said between gritted teeth.
“Not before she gives me another one from her pussy.” Sam smirked coldly, making a growl vibrate through Bucky’s chest.
“Dangle your head off the bed, puppy,” Bucky ordered her instead and she looked back at Sam, silently pleading that he pulls out of her.
Sam pulled out with a chuckle as she whimpered. He moved off the bed and let her lay on her back, hanging her head off the mattress like Bucky wanted. As soon as Bucky's thighs were around her head, Sam straddled her waist, rubbing the head of his prick over her drenched pussy lips. She could feel the heat of both men’s gazes as they stared at each other challengingly.
“Open up.” Bucky tapped his dick on her lips without sparing her a glance, his hard eyes on Sam.
She obeyed and Bucky was shoving himself down her throat in no time, Sam simultaneously pushing himself inside her slippery cunt. She gagged and moaned as both her throat and pussy contracted around the huge cocks filling her up.
“If you wanna act like a cock slut so bad, might as well treat you like one, puppy,” Bucky growled, thrusting in and out of her throat with a punishing force. The harder Bucky fucked her mouth, the harder Sam went on her poor pussy. She was soon reduced to a whimpering mess around Bucky, her cunt sensitive but still insatiate as it swallowed Sam and clung to his cock.
Bucky momentarily pulled out of her mouth, “who do you belong to?”
“You, sir. Only you.” She could only say as much before he was back to filling her throat.
“That’s right, puppy. I own you. I fucking own every inch of this body.” Bucky’s fingers danced over her collarbones before pinching her nipples.
She squealed, choking on his cock as she felt herself getting close again. “Oh, you like being stuffed from both ends?” Sam taunted when he felt how hard she was clamping down on him.
Bucky left her throat and she coughed a little, her neck slightly hurting from the position she was in. Sam took the chance that Bucky was letting her breathe and drove his cock inside her, his tip hitting her spot.
“Ah, Sam!” She cried out, making Bucky push back in her mouth with minute sympathy.
“At least make me cum first before screaming another man’s name, you dirty little puppy,” Bucky growled, slapping her breasts, making Sam smirk as he fucked her throbbing pussy.
His words, though uttered in a moment of lust, made her heart lurch. She didn’t want Bucky to think she’d put her pleasure before his or that she was enjoying Sam’s treatment of her lower half more than choking on his dick.
She started sucking harder, ignoring the tension building in her lower abdomen and turning all her moans to hums on Bucky’s cock. She did all the things she knew made her man’s eyes roll and his ringed fingers wrapped about her throat in confirmation. She stretched her arms past her head, her fingers trailing up Bucky’s inner thighs, making him shiver. Her fingers gently played with his balls and Bucky groaned, his hand squeezing her neck more. Soon enough, he was filling her throat with his cum, his mouth agape and his rings bruising her neck. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips and gasping when Bucky pulled out, “thank you, sir.” She panted, her lungs greedy for oxygen.
Bucky only nodded, kicking his pants off before sitting beside her head. Sam grabbed her by the waist so her head wasn’t hanging off the bed anymore before he resumed the movements of his hips.
“I’m sorry, sir.” She whispered, more tears leaving her eyes.
Bucky sighed, leaning forward to kiss her trembling lips and she knew she was forgiven. His hands roamed her chest, thumb rubbing over one nipple as he watched her cries grow loud for Sam again. Her throat was sore and her whines were weaker but she was much happier knowing her sir wasn’t mad at her anymore.
“Please,” she whispered when Sam’s fingers flicked her abused clit again.
“Please what, baby?”
“Please let me cum, Sam,” she begged, her hands clutching the sheets as her tummy tensed.
“Cum all over my cock, puppy,” Sam groaned and thrust his cock harder in her.
Her back bowed, clit chasing closer to Sam’s fingers before she saw white and it all became too much. Sam pulled his cock out of her and a rush of her release followed.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect,” Sam breathed as he watched her quiver and squirt, fingers still rubbing her clit to help her ride it all out.
She quickly became sensitive and her waist jerked, her body settling on the bed, aftershocks buzzing through her core.
“My turn, baby,” Sam said before sliding back in her ass, her wetness helping him glide right in.
“You gonna let me cum in your ass, puppy?” he asked as he fucked her through the aftereffects of her orgasm, her pussy and ass still fluttering.
“Yes, Sam. Please cum inside me, need your cum,” she moaned, letting Sam fuck her into the mattress and loving it.
“Such a good puppy, letting me use you to please your sir- ahh,” Sam grunted, pushing her legs to her chest to have a better view of his cock disappearing in her ass.
“Please, Sam.” She felt herself get close again.
Sam could see her toes curling again before him and a smirk drew itself on his face, “cum for me, puppy. Cum with me.”
Her muscles tensed yet again and her eyes rolled to the back of her head before she felt Sam’s warm cum fill her up.
“Thank you, Sam,” she let out, her voice above a whisper.
“Thank you, baby.” Sam carefully pulled out of her and kissed her forehead sweetly, “that was amazing.”
“It really was.” She smiled tiredly and the man chuckled.
“Okay, get out,” Bucky said impatiently.
“Woah, I’m not walking out of here pantless. Chill.” Sam patted his shoulder as he walked to the couch to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
“How are you feeling, pup?” Bucky cradled her face and she turned to kiss his hands.
“Really exhausted.” She smiled, “did I do good?” “You did perfect, baby girl. Like always.” He kissed her swollen lips softly.
“That deal is yours by the way,” Sam interrupted as he shrugged on his coat.
Bucky just nodded with a smile in appreciation as he watched Sam walk himself out. He got up to carry her to the shower and saw Sam’s cum leaking out of her ass hole.
“You just love getting your ass fucked, don’t you?”
“I guess I do.” She blushed.
“Well then let’s clean that shit out so I can properly fill your holes.” ~~~ Taglist:
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thatmexisaurusrex · 4 days
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For the Sambucky romance ask: 💕
SamBucky Romance Asks
Ooh, "💕 Who Fell First"! Great option, Leslie 😆 It was so good, I accidentally 😂 wrote enough to post on AO3, so it's on there too 😂 I hope you enjoy this little fic! 🥰
Link to AO3 version!
Plum Jam
Sam hadn't meant to bump into the man when he was at the grocery store.
Honestly, Sam's entire day had been a bit of a mess.
Sam had talked to Steve about Riley earlier that day. And it wasn't that Sam didn't like thinking about Riley. Sam loved to remember the ridiculous dad jokes Riley loved to tell; he loved how Riley would find a way to tangle himself in Sam's personal space whenever he had the opportunity; Sam loved how Riley's arm always rested on his chest when they slept like a comforting weight.
But thinking back to that moment.
Back to the fall.
Sam always forgot how much pain that dredged up in him. How it could feel as if that guilt and heartbreak were fresh again, like a reopened wound.
Sam had asked to go home early when he realized how unfocused he was at the VA after that. He had gone home and realized he had no food, and without really thinking about how he could have just ordered in, decided to go to the grocery store.
And now, Sam was bumping into random strangers.
"Sorry," said Sam, frazzled as he noticed and picked up the plum jam on the ground that had thankfully not broken during the fall, "I'm all over the place. Here."
Sam extended the plum jam to the man.
The man wore mostly leather, with a baseball cap on greasy, long hair that needed a brush and a mask Sam assumed had to be heavy duty - maybe the man had a cold?
The man didn't look down at the jam.
No.
He stared at Sam with piercing blue eyes that pinned Sam where he stood. He stared at Sam as if Sam were the first person he had seen after a long coma. He started at Sam as if Sam had just moved mountains, had just performed a miracle.
He stared at Sam like Sam was the hottest man he'd ever seen in his life.
Sam's face heated at that thought, because, no, not everyone Sam bumped into at the grocery store thought Sam was hot. Sam wasn't going to feed into that idea.
"I'll... put it back on the shelf," said Sam, about to place the jam back before the man's hand instantly reached for the jam.
His hand wrapped around both Sam's fingers and the jam.
"Bucky!" blurted the man, still holding the jar of jam with Sam.
It felt like they were holding hands.
Sam couldn't find it in himself to let go.
"My name is Bucky," said the man as if he was only certain of that fact at this very moment.
Sam couldn't help but answer back, "I'm Sam."
Bucky didn't look down at the jam. He kept looking into Sam's eyes. Sam couldn't keep holding onto the jam with this man, could he?
"You like plums?" asked Sam, which sounded awkward when he was saying it.
"Do I - " Bucky started before turning his gaze to the jar, "... I guess I do."
Weird way to answer that.
"My Ma, when she was very young, used to go to this one stand in Constanța that had these fresh plums," continued Bucky, his voice soft, "She would look everywhere for plums that reminded her of home. When she found some we could afford, she would scrounge up whatever supplies we had at home and try to make găluște cu prune - plum dumplings. She could never make them as well as her bunica, but I always loved them."
Sam couldn't see the smile, but he could feel it. This man reminded of home and family by something so small.
"We had this pecan tree in the back of our house - we still do, my sister owns our family home now," Sam explained, "And my mama would have us help her pick pecans and make pralines. It was usually during a Saturday afternoon and our entire house would smell like pralines for days. She talked about how her own mama had taught her, and her mama's daddy had taught her. And when I miss her, sometimes I'll buy a thing of pecans and try to make pralines."
"You're beautiful," Bucky said, stumbling before correcting himself, "That's beautiful. That's."
Sam really needed to stop basically holding hands with this man.
Bucky was wearing these gloves, these fingerless gloves. Sam wasn't sure if he had ever seen fingerless leather gloves before, but here they were, on this man.
There was a distinct contrast between the gloves and Bucky's fingers.
The gloves were smooth; a soft, thick black leather that felt almost comforting.
Bucky's fingers were calloused to hell and back. They rubbed on Sam like a strangely addictive sandpaper. They radiated heat; they were almost scorching to the touch without the leather. But it was a nice heat; the type you nestled in after a long, tiring day at work.
Sam wanted to crawl into that heat and close his eyes.
Fuck.
Why was Sam still holding onto this jar?
"I'm not even sure why I'm in this aisle," Sam confessed, "I meant to just get myself a roast chicken."
Which sounded sad. It was a little sad. But hey, a man can live alone and eat pre-cooked chicken if he wanted to.
"They roast the chicken for you?" asked Bucky, as if he had never been to a grocery store in his life.
"Yeah. They do," said Sam, still holding the jam with Bucky, "I usually shred it up, put it on some rice with some veggies I cook with the rice. Shishito peppers and onions and garlic. Pretty simple easy meal."
"Sounds delicious," said Bucky, still gazing into Sam's eyes as if they were the only things for miles.
"It can be," said Sam as he finally, finally, let go of the jam, "I should probably get that chicken for it. Hope you like the plum jam."
"Yeah," said Bucky as he straightened his back and cleared his throat, "Yeah. Thank you for the jam."
Sam walked away from Bucky. He could still feel Bucky's gaze on him as he left the aisle.
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bisamwilson · 9 months
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hey honey! 💖 sambucky and 25. things you said in front of other people!
thanks for the ask, sweetheart <3 does something over 1k words count as a snippet oops (from this list)
"I just wasn't really feelin' it, y'know?" Sam laments to the circle of older ladies around him, sighing while they all nod along knowingly.
It's the first Thursday of the month, which means the local older women's book club is meeting in a small room off the church building where Sam's daddy had preached for twenty years, and, just like every first Thursday of the month that Sam's been in Delacroix since he was fourteen years old, Sam came by to help them set up tables and chairs for all the potluck food they bring with them.
And just like every first Thursday of the last six months since Sam and Bucky had rented a little house down here for when the world isn't on fire--last month excluded, given New York City, at least, was actually on fire--the first fifteen minutes of the local older women's book club is spent lightly interrogating Sam about his love life.
"How many of these dating app first dates have you been on, Sam?" Ms. Sheryl asks from beside him, her arms crossed over her chest.
Sam looks up at the ceiling and counts them in his head, each disappointing match after disappointing match. "Twelve in the last two months, Ms. Sheryl. Thirteen if you count the woman from NOLA I met at a jazz bar and had to leave after five minutes because an emergency mission came up. She unmatched me after that."
Ms. Sheryl nods, her lips pursed, and Sam thinks he might've accidentally just proved a point he didn't know she was making yet. "And how many of those got second dates?"
Sam's saved from having to answer that disheartening, kind-of-a-rhetorical question from the late arrival of Ms. Josephine, newcomer to both the book club and to Delacroix.
She'd moved here about a month and a half ago, about half a year after her husband had passed away, looking for a new start. Every interaction Sam's had with her thus far has been honestly lovely, and he already knows she's got a soft spot for Bucky given how much of her house he'd come over to help fix since she'd moved in. Sam's had his fair share of her "thank you" cooking, and knows full well she's as wonderful a cook as she is a lady.
"Evenin', ladies," she says, holding some kind of dish in her hand that smells downright heavenly. "And Sam," she adds with a wink, smiling when Sam takes the dish from her and sets it over on the table with the rest of the food. "What'd I miss?"
"Sam was just lamenting to us about his dating woes," Ms. Jackie replies, with a tone full of sympathy but a playful twinkle in her eye, taking Sam's hand and patting it soothingly when he comes to stand next to her, leaving his previous seat open for Ms. Josephine.
Sam laughs and squeezes Ms. Jackie's hand. "You've got a son about my age, right, Ms. Josephine? Is he single?"
All the other ladies in the room chuckle along at Sam's joke, but Ms. Josephine just looks confused. "Did something happen with you and Bucky?" she asks, concerned. "He didn't mention it when he came by to fix one of my hinges this morning."
Sam's eyebrows furrow this time around. "Not that I know of? Not unless something has happened in the last thirty minutes since I checked my phone, anyway, but he's not generally the type to call in any case."
Ms. Josephine's face morphs from confusion to contemplation, and she crosses her legs at her ankles and crosses her hands over her lap. "So are y'all in one of those relationships where you can date other people then? I saw some article about that a few weeks ago. Must have some real good communication between the two of you to make both that and all your superheroing work."
She sounds almost impressed, but Sam doesn't really have the mental capacity to acknowledge that right now, not when his brain got stuck on the word "relationships" applied to Bucky and himself.
He looks around the rest of the group to see if any of them are gonna correct her while he's still stuck in his state of shock, but finds all of them just looking vaguely amused.
He shakes his head minutely. "Ms. Josephine, Bucky and I aren't dating."
Her eyes go more than a little wide. "Wait, so you did call it off?"
Sam shakes his head again, a little more vigorously. "No, ma'am. We weren't ever dating in the first place. Did Bucky tell you we were?"
Ms. Josephine shakes her head right back. "Never explicitly, Sam, but it ain't exactly hard to tell when somebody's head over heels. He talks about you like you went and hung the moon for him. Just yesterday he came by and asked if I'd seen one of the recent news segments about you, gushing about how amazin' you look flyin' up there. 'He's so fast, and nimble, Ms. Josephine,' he said to me, all moony eyed. 'It's like nothing you've ever seen before. Sometimes I swear he looks like an angel when he's got his wings spread out.'
"And that's not even countin' the things he says about you when you've been home for a bit. He's always talkin' about whatever fishin' you've done recently, or charity work you've been doin' around here or in NOLA, or how excited you were to buy new cat toys the week before. Every time I ask him if he's got any special requests for thank you meals, he always asks for something with a spice level I'm still not sure he can handle, tellin' me all about how it's been one of your favorites since you were a kid. Bucky's spent at least four days a week at my house pretty much since I've moved in, Sam, and I'm pretty sure I know more about you than I do about him, given how much he talks about you."
Sam's world is starting to tilt on an axis, but he's saved from having to speak up by Ms. Jackie throwing in her two cents. "You know he hates the smell of the flowers he buys from me for y'all's table every week," she says, tone full of faux nonchalance. "Says they're a little too fragrant for his nose because of the serum, but he buys 'em anyway because you always smile when you see he's brought home fresh ones."
Ms. Sheryl's lips quirk up. "You know he replaced damn near every faucet in my house as payment for me helping him with some of the most complicated bits of that sweater he knit you for Christmas. Said it had to be perfect because he knew how cold you always get any time you have to go north of here."
Ms. Maybelle comes in with the final blow, and it hits Sam like the steel chair in all the WWE shows AJ insists on watching every week. "And it ain't like you don't do the same things neither, Sam. Every time I see you it's, 'Hey, Ms. Maybelle, how you been? You wanna see this cute picture I got of Bucky and the cats earlier? They fell asleep on the porch swing he built for us.' You spent the first five minutes of the book club session two months ago debating whether or not Bucky should grow his hair out because he wanted new opinions that weren't yours, and at least half of that was you trying to explain how nice he looked before with the long hair even though it was greasy, but how you like the way the short hair feels when he has his head in your lap on movie night."
Sam doesn't really know how he can defend himself here, but he's got some argument on the tip of his tongue about how their couch was just a little too small for the both of them and their cats, so the head in the lap was the obvious solution. He doesn't think it'll do much damage control, but he thinks he should at least make the attempt.
Instead, he turns back to Ms. Josephine kind of on autopilot. "He called me an angel?" he asks, his heart a little fluttery, and Ms. Josephine just smiles.
"I'll, uh, see you all here same time next month?" he asks as a kind of permission to leave. "I think I might need to go see what my roommate is up to."
"Bring your boy with you next time, Sam," Ms. Sheryl replies, nodding him towards the door. "It's much more fun to tease you both together."
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firstelevens · 3 months
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I must ask about WEE BABIES! do you see sambucky having kids in your au? if yes, soon after they're married or wayyy into the future? hypothetically what would happen if *gasp* their child doesn't have a sweet tooth? 😱
The answer to this question would have been a clear no a few months ago but now I think it’s fifty-fifty. If they did have a kid, it would probably be a couple years into their marriage, and if that kid did not have a sweet tooth, I think it would go a little something like this:
“This is your fault, you know.”
“My fault?” 
“One hundred percent,” says Bucky, lifting their son into his lap and narrowly avoiding dragging his knuckles through ketchup. He’s opting to ignore the way that Riley dramatically flopped onto the table after pushing away his plate, a move that definitely came straight out of the Barnes playbook.
“You’re blaming me for the fact that he doesn’t like cake,” Sam says, as he brings their plates over, already dished out. The era of serving dishes on the table ended right around when Riley figured out how to get a grip on serving spoons and they haven’t gone back yet.
“He knows that—thanks, sweetheart—he knows that Daddy can’t carry him if Daddy’s carrying cake, and now he resents an entire genre of food.”
Sam snorts. “Yeah, it’s that and not the fact that he just doesn’t like sweet things.”
“He did act like we tried to poison him that time we fed him ice cream,” muses Bucky. “Doesn’t explain why he took one look at the chicken nuggets and decided that they were cake, too.”
Riley, not one to let his opinions go unvoiced, shifts his face slightly away from where it’s tucked into Bucky’s chest and cries out, “No cake!”
“No cake,” repeat Sam and Bucky, practiced enough to be in sync now.
“I think it’s the color,” says Sam, picking up one of the nuggets to examine it. “And I guess they’re shaped kind of like the gingerbread he tried and hated at Sarah’s.”
“I can’t believe cookies don’t get a pass, either,” says Bucky. “What are we supposed to bribe him with when he gets older?”
“Cucumbers,” says Sam. “And cherry tomatoes, when we’re desperate.”
“This kid’s being raised by two semi-professional bakers and he’s got the same diet as AJ’s pet turtle.”
Sam laughs out loud, and Riley immediately turns to look at him like he doesn’t want to miss it. Bucky can’t blame him, even if it does mean having to scramble to hold Riley secure in his lap as he wriggles around.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to hold him?” asks Sam. “How are you gonna eat?”
“I’ll be fine,” says Bucky. “One of us skipped lunch today, and it wasn’t me.”
Sam’s eyes narrow. “How’d you know that?”
“Cass ratted you out,” Bucky says. “How does a man spend ten hours a day surrounded by food and somehow still miss a meal?”
“J and I shot an extra video today so I could take tomorrow off,” says Sam, and points with his fork towards Bucky’s plate without interrupting himself. “I got distracted.”
Bucky takes the hint and looks down to see what put that little grin on Sam’s face: Riley’s chubby hand reaching out to grab one of the vareniki on Bucky’s plate. They both watch as he examines it, then grin wider as he seems to deem it far enough from cake and takes a bite.
It’s important that they not hover, so Bucky makes himself continue the conversation even though he’d much rather watch Riley copy the way Sam is eating.
“I swear, I’m gonna start setting a reminder on your phone like old people have for their pills.”
“Yeah, ‘cause what I need in a kitchen with six ovens and a dozen batches of proving dough at any given minute is more timers.”
“Then prepare for Cass to keep– wait, zaychik, that’s not a normal cucumber; I don’t think you’ll…”
Bucky trails off as Riley takes a bite of a cornichon, braced for his horrified reaction to the sourness. Instead, all they get is a thoughtful hum before he takes a second bite.
“What the hell?” mouths Sam, and all Bucky can do is shrug.
“Try the beets,” he mouths back at Sam, and watches as Sam spears a vinegar-dressed beet with his fork. A second later, Riley picks one up, too. This time, sweet doesn’t seem to be an issue, and he immediately goes for another one before turning back to the dumplings.
At some point, Sam’s phone came out of his pocket, and now he’s got it pointed at Bucky, shoulders shaking with laughter.
“What have we learned today, Buck?”
“That apparently you could’ve been wielding your influence way more often at the dinner table?”
“Bucky.”
“We’ve learned that sometimes picky eaters aren’t picky eaters,” he says, with a laugh. “Sometimes they’re just Russian.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“Hey, just 'cause I'm teaching him about his family, doesn't mean you're off the hook for the cake thing.”
“Papa, no cake!”
“No cake, buddy,” Bucky intones solemnly, and kisses the side of Riley’s head. "Guess we'll just do a giant bowl of beets for the third birthday then, huh?"
(This time, when Sam throws his head back and laughs, both Riley and Bucky stop what they're doing to admire him.)
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funsized-loser · 10 months
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For the @sambuckylibrary SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023: Family Vaction, Beach Day, and Treasure Hunt prompts | Rated T
🏖🏝⛱
1:26 AM
The vibration of the ringing cell phone pulls Bucky from his sleep. He fumbles around for the phone on the nightstand, and answers it without looking at the screen.
"Is it done?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. I'll contact you when it's time."
7:29 AM
Sam feels the brush of stubble followed by a kiss to his left shoulder. He hums and lolls his head back. Bucky kisses a line from his shoulder to his neck and ends with a quick peck to Sam's lips.
"Hey, sweetheart," Bucky rasps.
"Mornin, babe," replies Sam with an easy smile.
Bucky gazes down at that smile and feels his own face split into a grin. He leans down and kisses Sam again, this time with a little more fervor, with much more tongue. Sam rolls onto his back and cups Bucky's face with both hands. Bucky swings his leg over and climbs onto his husband, right arm resting on the pillow next to Sam to steady himself.
When they stop to catch their breath, Sam nips at Bucky's lower lip and scrapes his teeth along his jaw. Bucky dives back in and then makes his way down Sam's neck kiss by kiss to his chest. Just as he takes a bite to Sam's right pec, they hear the other bedroom door slam open and tiny feet run down the hallway.
Bucky sits up just in time for their bedroom door to swing open and a giggling blur jumps into his lap.
"Papa! It's time for the beach! Are you ready to go to the beach?"
"Not yet, Becca. We've gotta get ready first. Don't you want breakfast?"
Becca groans and climbs out of his lap to jump on Sam. "Daddy, time to wake up and go to the beach!" She yells into Sam's face, where he pretends to still be asleep. He lets out a loud snore and grabs onto her, pulls her to his chest, and rolls over. She giggles as he continues his fake snores.
"Daddy!"
Sam pops open his eyes and tickles Becca until she squirms out of reach and off the bed. He leans up on his elbows and says, "Breakfast first, baby girl."
8:49 AM
Becca fidgets as Bucky works her hair into two Dutch braids to match his hair. Sam is busy in the kitchen packing up the cooler. His phone buzzes with the daily weather notification. There are expected thunderstorms in the afternoon, so they need to hurry if they want enough time at the beach.
9:12 AM
Becca fidgets as Bucky does her hair into crown braids instead and Sam pulls out her coral and gold bathing suit instead of the blue polka dot one.
9:43 AM
Becca smathers sunblock over her arms as Sam puts her hair into a simple French braid, while Bucky lays out her sunflower bathing suit and yellow flip-flops. Sam hums louder so that Becca doesn't hear Bucky grumbling to himself.
10:07 AM
Sam and Bucky rush into the crashing waves; Becca squeals in delight from her perch atop Bucky's shoulders.
10:32 AM
Bucky watches from the sand as Sam and Becca jump the waves. Her peals of laughter and Sam's adoring smile warm his heart. He could just sit there for hours and watch them enjoy themselves, but he has plans for today, so he pulls out his phone and sends a text.
Go time.
10:54 AM
Becca is filling her bucket with sand for her castle when a shadow falls over her. She looks up and sees an elderly man wearing headphones and waving some kind of machine slowly above the sand. She watches the determination in his eyes with curiosity before yelling out, "Hey, mister! What are you doing?"
"Becca, no yelling. Sorry, sir, please excuse her," Sam calls out to the stranger from his spot on the beach blanket.
The man looks up and removes his headphones. His bright blue eyes catch Sam's attention and he has to stifle a laugh. He looks over at Bucky, who focuses on his book while biting his lip.
Clearly, this is a setup.
"Well, hello there, what's your name?" asks the man in a soft voice.
"My name is Becca, mister."
"Hi, Becca. You can call me Steve. And this is my metal detector; I use it to find treasure on the beach."
Becca gasps. "There’s treasure on the beach? Where?"
"Well, that's what I'm trying to find out. Wanna see how it works?"
She turns around, eyes wide at her dads. They grin at each other and nod for her to approach this Steve guy.
"OK, Becca. This machine finds metal hidden in the sand and beeps to let me know where to look. Here, listen." He puts the headphones on her and moves the machine around, but she only hears static.
Then Steve hovers over the spot where she was just sitting and she hears it start to beep. They move closer to the blanket her dads are sitting on and the machine beeps faster.
"There's something there! Daddy, Papa, move over!"
Sam just raises an eyebrow at her.
"Daddy, Papa, please move over?"
"Of course," chirps Bucky. He and Sam stand up and roll the blanket out of the way.
The beeps turn frantic at the spot right in the middle of where the blanket was.
"Right here, Mr. Steve!" Becca points to the spot and Steve grabs a plastic stick from the pouch on his hip.
"Alright, Becca, grab your shovel and let's get to work," he says, as he kneels and puts the stick in the ground.
Becca runs over to her castle-making equipment and grabs her shovel. When she returns to Steve, he also has a small shovel in hand. They dig down a few inches until Becca's shovel hits something hard and she shrieks.
"I got it!"
She digs a little with her fingers and pulls out a golden bracelet etched with flowers.
"Wow, look at that!" says Steve.
Becca rolls it over in her hands, inspecting it with wonder. "My Auntie Sarah would love this," she beams up at Steve.
Steve glances back at Sam and Bucky and grins. When he turns back to Becca, he has a mischievous look in his eyes and asks, "Wanna see what else we can find?"
11:27 AM
Sam and Bucky slowly stroll hand-in-hand behind the two treasure hunters. Fifty feet from where they found the bracelet, they find a pair of silver cufflinks. They smile as Becca tells Steve those would be perfect for her cousin Cass' graduation.
11:43 AM
Becca and Steve find some vintage coins that would be perfect for AJ's collection.
12:02 PM
The four of them sit in a circle on the beach blanket, eating cold-cut sandwiches and drinking Capri Sun. Steve asks Becca how she's enjoying vacation; Becca asks him why he's alone at the beach.
12:19 PM
Becca's face is tucked into Bucky's neck as she naps in his lap after lunch. Sam and Steve chat quietly along the edge of the water. 
"That's a great kid you've got there, Sam," says Steve as he glances over at her sleeping form.
"Yeah, she's amazing. So smart. And a bit of a smart-ass, too. I assume she gets that from Bucky."
"Oh, definitely," Steve laughs.
"But the good looks and charm are from me."
"Obviously."
They grin at each other and then share a sad smile. The sky darkens as the promised storm clouds begin to roll in.
"Hey, wanna try your luck at finding some treasure?"
"You sure there's any left out here? Bet you and Becca found everything there was to find."
"Nah, go look near that seashell over there." Steve points at a spot in the dry sand a few feet away from where they stand. 
Sam rolls his eyes but goes anyway. He moves the shell and digs down with his hands. His fingers brush against a slim chain, and he pulls it out and sees it's attached to a locket. With trembling hands, he opens it. 
On one side of the locket is Sam smiling at the camera; on the other is Bucky smiling at Sam. He vaguely remembers the dinner they were attending when the photo was taken. It had been during one of their check-ins while Bucky was recovering in Wakanda. 
"Even back then, I could tell there was something special between you two--that under the snark there was genuine affection. I'm so glad you've found a home in each other, and that you've made a home for Becca," Steve says quietly. 
As the first crack of thunder sounds, Sam sheds a silent tear. He grips the locket in his fist and pulls Steve into a tight hug.
"Thank you for this, and for today. I know you don't get out much, so I'm glad she got to meet you," Sam whispers.
Steve squeezes his middle. "My pleasure, Sam."
Bucky watches them with a teary smile.
10:17 PM
After tucking Becca in, Sam crawls into bed and wraps around his husband,
"It was very sweet of you to drag that old man out of hiding," he murmurs into Bucky's ear.
"Can't hide on the moon forever," Bucky replies, and the bed shakes with their silent laughter. Bucky rolls over to face Sam and kisses him softly. 
"Quick question, though: who hid everything Becs found today? Please tell me you didn't have Steve digging holes in the middle of the night."
"Eh, he said he could use the excitement, keep his skills sharp," grins Bucky. 
Sam smiles back at him and leans in. "Now, how 'bout we finish what we started this morning?"
Bucky happily obliges.
10:23 PM
Thunder crashes outside, and Becca races from her room and clambers into bed with them. There are no hard feelings as they wrap their baby girl in their arms. They'll treasure the time they get to spend with her.
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Kinktober Master list
Day One- Good Boy Subby!Bucky x Reader (Mommy Kink and Edging)
Day Two - Wrap me up in your love Frank Castle x Reader, from It can’t rain all the time (Shibari and competence kink)
Day Three - A good ‘bad idea’ Mean Dom!Steve x Reader, from I love you then I hate you (Impact play and Bratting)
Day Four - Strangers in the night Unknown CE or SS character x Reader (Sensory Deprivation and Anonymous Sex)
Day Five - No work and all play Ransom x Reader (Dumbification and Free Use)
Day Six - Take everything you need Ari x Reader from Ari and his Angel series (Anal sex and Praise kink)
Day Seven - Run (You belong to me) Hulk x Reader from You, Me and the Other Guy (Primal play and Breeding kink)
Day Eight - Versatile Camboy! Sam x Reader from Whatta Man (Pegging and Mirror sex)
Day Nine - You and me, always Steve x Bucky (Oral sex and a Uniform fetish)
Day Ten - Can't fight the moonlight Werewolf! Ari x Reader (Cream Pie and Werewolf/Shifter)
Day Eleven - All for one, and one for all SamStucky x Reader from Conclave (Triple Penetration and Aftercare)
Day Twelve - The awfully good, terribly bad day part 1 Steve x Bucky x Thor x Agent! Reader (Orgy and Sex Pollen)
Day Thirteen - The awfully good, terribly bad day part 2 Steve x Bucky x Thor x Agent! Reader (Size Kink and Bukkake)
Day Fourteen - Things that go bump in the night Jefferson, Lee Bodecker, Charles Blackwood & Nick Fowler x Reader (Gangbang and Clothing Disparity) DARK FIC
Day Fifteen - Once more, with feeling DBF! Steve x Reader from Like fireworks on the 4th July (Overstimulation and Sex Toys)
Day Sixteen - Trust in me Virgin Pre-Serum Steve x Vampire Bucky (Lingerie and Vampire)
Day Seventeen - Give you hell Lance Tucker x Reader (Hate Sex and Cum Marking)
Day Eighteen - I own you (body and soul) Loki x Reader (CNC x Dacraphilia)
Day Nineteen - Good girls get treats Daddy!Val x Puppy!Reader x Mommy!Nat from Good Pup (Pet Play and WLW)
Day Twenty - It's all about experience Peter Parker x Reader, Stephen Strange x Reader (Cuckolding and Age Difference)
Day Twentyone - Tit for tat SamStucky x Reader from Conclave (Voyeurism and JOI)
Day Twentytwo - Whatever he wants Mafia!Tony x Reader (Exhibitionism and Objectification)
Day Twentythree - Planes and Barons and Knives, oh my! Zemo x OFC! Marcy from Bad Kids (Knifeplay and Roleplay)
Day Twentyfour - Sex outside the bedroom Sam x Bucky, part of BBB22 (Leather and Frotting)
Day Twentyfive - Control Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Degradation and Omoroshi)
Day Twentysix - I was made for loving you Sam x Bucky, fits into my SamBucky Stories (Nipple play and Intercrural Sex)
Day Twentyseven - Food for thought Thor x Reader (Oral Fixation and Food play)
Day Twentyeight - Need you now Nomad Steve x Reader (A/B/O and Biting)
Day Twentynine - Her Master's voice Loki x Reader (High Protocol D/S and Collaring)
Day Thirty - To sleep, perchance to dream Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom (Somnophilia and Tentacle Sex)
Day Thirtyone - Very, very frightening Sex Worker Thor x Reader, from Thunderbolts and Lightning (Electroplay andSafeword usage)
Tagging some beauts: @sidepartskinnyjeans @christywantspizza @yarnforbrains @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @lunarbuckv @navybrat817 @jobean12-blog @poppunksnowwhite @summerofsnowflakes @tuiccim @bucky-barnes-diaries
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abitnotgoodiebag · 5 months
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I am adding myself to the number of @jemgirl86 tagees.
RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
SamBucky WIPs
you can be my personal superstar
if you want then we can take this very far
Winter's Children
Sugar Daddy Buck (working title)
OTHERSIDE
State of Grace
1+1
Breathe On Me
Best Thing I Never Had
Hannigram WIPs
act i (series)
send all your sins all over me
either hand is the upper hand
strumming on my heart strings (don't be dumb)
RenKaza WIPs
was it enough to penetrate your dark world?
the truth after the smoke
touch me (but it might burn)
we'll go down this road til it turns from color to black and white
Up Needs Down, Life Needs Death (I Need You)
we don't have forever (baby, moonlight's wasting)
Tagging anyone who wants to join too!
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plantswithme · 1 year
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i know we’ve all read fics with alpine and figaro but as someone who’s a dog person, i can’t stop thinking about sambucky with a big dog.. maybe a husky… one that is super vocal but they love her to death.
bucky has conversations with her daily, they’re in the living room watching tv and she’s talking her butt off and bucky is like “you think so?” and she’s like “awoo” and bucky goes “nah, cant say i agree with that one honey” she gruffs and talks again and bucky goes “oh yeah, that one i can agree with you on, daddy is so handsome” bucky looks at sam and sam’s just watching them fondly, thinking to himself how much he loves his two idiots.
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lavenderpanic · 3 months
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sygoflyy · 5 months
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Author Question Tag Game Thing
Thanks for the tag, @celestialseawitch-ff
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
- I have 17 between my accounts ateerys & punctuationpanic
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
- 73,388
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Sambucky, LouisJonah (IWTV), & 1 for a movie called Monsoon. I'm the only person to ever write for that fandom ☺️
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
First Time Again • Complete • Bucky gets amnesia
what brought us here • Complete • Daddy!Sam
how good it is • Complete • Soulmates AU
Bottoms Round/Tops Pound • Complete • Gay Bar
Like the Back of His Hand • Complete • News Station AU
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I respond to the vast majority of comments I get because it's fun, I enjoy the engagement, & I want to be nice to the people who not only take time out of their day to read my fics but to also comment. As a brand new fic writer who writes for rare pairs in dying and tiny fandoms, it's the least I can do.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
All my Sambucky fics have happy endings. The closest fic I have to an angsty ending would be More Than I Could Say where Louis de Pointe du Lac reflects on the day he wrote a letter to Jonah Macon in year 1900.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Probably this one. Wouldn't want to spoil it but it takes place 20 years after the day Steve & Nat showed up at Sam's door looking for refuge.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Nope. And I think that's the blessing of writing rare pairs but I have gotten like 2 annoying comments and pray I responded in a decent way.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I do. I think I'm most proud of the smut here when Sam & Bucky celebrate Bucky winning an award at Cannes Film Festival. I've updated it twice. It's regular gay sex (bottom!Sam) but I'd like to do foodplay and knifeplay in the near future.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Not really but I did a Sambucky & IWTV crossover where Sam and Bucky's twin daughters and Claudia attend the same all-girls private school in New Orleans. It's so minor though and it started as a tumblr ficlet.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of 🤷🏾‍♀️
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Nope.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
I just learned about shipping this year but it's Sam & Bucky. They reminded me of my grandparents and I used to say they acted like an old married couple. Who knew other people had the same thoughts and created art and little stories about that 🤭
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I can finish anything I start. The problem is starting a WIP after I get the headcanon down. I have an idea for a religious allegory fic for Louis and Armand. I'd like to set it in 3 parts like the Holy Trinity but it may be too daunting a task to make it work.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I think it's dialogue. I'm pretty confident in my writing skills in general but I think I'm in a class of my own in terms of dialogue.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Doing whatever people do to write slowburns. Whatever that skill is, I don't yet have it. And it's not about not going into detail; it may be my obsession with being concise. Or my impatience. I'm sure I have others.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Hate it and would want a native, fluent speaker to help me. This is one reason I'd struggle writing a within-canon Loustat fic.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Sambucky. I started this April. That's if you don't count my orphaned Loumand fic.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
Marvelous Magazine Presents Sam & Bucky. Hands down, my best work. I think all my fics are cute but this is what I consider my magnum opus. Also, the 2 (Here) and (Here) I wrote for Louis' birthday event. Like ... I did that 🤌🏾
I tag @blacclotusss, @exbex, @siancore <- no pressure, feel free to ignore me
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pinkiebieberpie · 2 years
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bucky barnes moodboards part 2
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B.B. MOODBOARDS PART ONE.
biker aus:
dilf!biker!bucky
boyfriend!biker!bucky
pornstar/stripper aus:
pornstar!bucky
pornstar!bucky vol. 2
stripper!bucky x innocent!reader
mob/agent/bodyguard aus:
mob!bucky
mob!bucky vol. 2
mob!bucky vol. 3
mob!bucky vol. 4
mob!bucky vol. 5
dom!mob!bucky • (part 2)
mafia!bucky
mobboss!husband!bucky
mobboss!husband!bucky vol. 2
secret agent!bucky
bodyguard!bucky
ceo/sugar daddy/boss aus:
ceo!bucky
ceo!bucky vol. 2
ceo!bucky vol. 3
ceo!bucky vol. 4
ceo!bucky vol. 5
ceo!husband!bucky
boyfriend!ceo!bucky
sugar daddy!bucky
sugar daddy!bucky vol. 2
sugar daddy!bucky vol. 3
mob!sugardaddy!bucky
ceo!sugardaddy!bucky
dilf!sugardaddy!bucky
boss!bucky x secretary!reader
rockstar aus:
rockstar!bucky
rockstar!bucky vol. 2
rockstar!boyfriend!bucky
rockstar!boyfriend!bucky vol. 2
rockstar!boyfriend!bucky vol. 3
brother's best friend!rockstar!bucky
beefy bucky aus:
beefy!bucky
beefy!barista!bucky
beefy!roommate!bucky
beefy!boyfriend!bucky
cw!bucky with tattoos
bucky and alpine/pets aus:
bucky x alpine
boyfriend!bucky x alpine
bucky studying with alpine
bucky and alpine's movie night
adopting a puppy with bucky barnes
bucky's and alpine's instagram accounts
best friend/friend aus:
best friend!bucky
best friend!bucky vol. 2
friend!roommate!bucky
best friend!roommate!bucky
secret mafia!best friend!bucky
being best friends with yelena and bucky
winter soldier aus:
winter soldier
40s!bucky aus:
40s!bucky x waitress!reader
sambucky/stucky aus:
sambucky x reader
stucky x reader
prince/princess aus:
prince!bucky
prince!bucky x princess!reader
supernatural creatures aus:
devil!bucky
shifter!bucky
poseidon!bucky
vampire!king!bucky
vampire!husband!bucky
hunter!bucky x demon!reader
dark supernatural aesthetic x bucky barnes
other aus:
artist!bucky
omega!bucky
jealous!bucky
babysitter!bucky
tattoo artist!bucky
dance instructor!bucky
construction worker!bucky
sex phone operator!bucky
cottagecore x bucky barnes
first date with bucky barnes
zoom call with bucky barnes
late night driving with bucky
stargazing with bucky barnes
trip to paris with bucky barnes
bucky barnes taking you to prom
bucky barnes and his birthday girl
lyrics mb (taylor swift - paris)
lyrics mb (dove cameron - bad idea)
bucky barnes dating plus size reader
bucky falls in love with librarian!reader
going to a theme park with bucky barnes
bucky barnes and his innocent, sweet girl
bucky barnes visiting reader in the hospital
wearing matching hello kitty pjs with boyfriend!bucky
enemies to lovers with bucky barnes
enemies to friends with benefits to lovers with bucky barnes
bucky barnes as southside serpent (riverdale universe)
detective!bucky x serial killer!male reader
bucky ft. kinda joe black aesthetic
moodboards series:
trust - tfatws!bucky
other characters moodboards
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cobrafantasies · 8 months
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5 7 10 or 12 any or all or none from your sambucky questions? and maybe any fics that you feel fit your answer? (or not)
omg hi, thank you for the ask! I'll happily answer all four and I love the idea of attaching fics what a great idea! 5 Alpine or Redwing - Alpine Fic: Alpine’s Daddy I'm reccing my own fic because I can't think but I'm sure there are so many amazing Alpine fics please send them to me! 7 Avengers' Compound or Alone in Safehouse - Avengers Compound Fic: Pet Names by @questinwitchface They're workplace gossip &lt;3 10 Hydra or Riley - Hydra Fic: gasoline, pretty please (i wanna get off but you're such a tease) by @notcaycepollard I mean how is this not the best Hydra fucked Bucky up but they make it hot 12 "I'm Coming with You" or "You Good?" - "I'm coming with you" Fic: just between us (did the love affair maim you too?) by @rocketnebulas I actually searched to see if this fic used the line and they did :)
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bisamwilson · 1 year
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i saw uncle bucky kissing samta claus
sambucky | M | 1.8k | santa kink | some sexual flirting/themes
written for @sambuckylibrary sambucky festive season bingo 2022 for bingo card C square “samta” and @winterfalconevents winterfalcon bingo round 2 square Y5: “daddy kink” (there is NO daddy kink involved, for context. but it does fulfill the square on a technicality)
content warning: there’s a bit of flirting in the beginning that gets kind of sexual, but it’s very mild. i was teetering between a T and an M rating here tbh, but figured I’d be safe.
summary:
When AJ sneaks downstairs on Christmas Eve, hoping to catch a glance of Papa Noël delivering presents, he finds Uncle Bucky kissing him instead.
excerpt:
“Glad you think so,” Sam says, taking the present bag off his back and sitting it gently on the ground, “because comments like that might just land you on the naughty list.”
Bucky flicks Sam’s hat, knocking it just askew enough that he has full access to one ear, and he sucks on the lobe while his hand travels south to Sam’s North Pole. “What’s that get me, Santa? You gonna hurry down my chimney tonight?”
The laugh Sam lets out is loud and genuine, no “ho ho ho”s involved. Bucky’d be surprised if it didn’t wake up the whole house, so he turns Sam around to kiss him quiet.
“Can’t have you waking up the whole house, you know?” he says in between little pecks. “They’ve gotta be asleep when Santa comes. Those are the rules.”
finish on ao3
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