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th30ra3k3n · 4 months
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“it was the eyes.
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the secret of love was in the eyes.
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the way one person looked at another,
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the way eyes communicated and
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spoke when lips never moved.”
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(v.c. andrews)
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ramp-it-up · 2 years
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The Playlist: F*cking Bucky
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Summary: Bucky’s seduction powers are on 100. Can you continue to resist him, or will you give in?
Pairing: Dark CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader
Word count: more than 3K
Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, SMUT. Minors DNI. Steve, Sam and Natasha, pining playlists, jealousy, flirting, voyeurism, eavesdropping, cybersex, dirty talk, unknown? masturbation for an audience, running for pleasure, degradation kink, definite Dom/sub elements, orgasm denial, edging, narrated masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), pulling out, after care, pining, manipulation, mention of loss, surveillance, Dark Bucky.
A/N: I meant to put this out on the weekend, but instead I went outside, lol. This is part of the Playlist Series. Read the previous part, Chill, Buck. @ysmmsy and @blackwidownat2814 are my exquisite muses who created the playlists, with more to come. 😉 Thanks you both! 🥰 please leave feedback, like and reblog. It helps to inspire me. 😊
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“Hell no, Max.”
Your agent, Maxine Shaw, just offered you a ridiculous amount of money for a writing gig. It was right up your alley as you had background knowledge on the subject.
The only problem was that it involved working very closely with James Buchanan Barnes.
“First of all, one month? That's an impossible timeline. Second, Barnes is an asshole.”
That wasn’t exactly true, he was just annoying, but you felt hyperbole was appropriate for this situation.
Max leaned back in her chair, narrowing her eyes.
“You’re going to turn down this amount of money for a cake job? I’m told he already has a manuscript, you’d basically be an editor and gap filler.” 
Max stared at you, incredulous. 
“This isn’t ghostwriting, you would get a legitimate byline. A story about Barnes is sure to be a bestseller.”
Then she leaned forward and really scrutinized you.
“Romanoff said you might not be up to it. I laughed in her face. Was she right?”
You opened and then closed your mouth, face heating up. Telling you that you couldn’t accomplish something was a sure fire way to get you to do that something.
But surely Natasha didn’t know that.
You raised your chin.
“Send me the info.”
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Bucky walked into the room at 8:30 am, exactly the same time he did everyday, when he was confident that he would be the first to arrive. Sam and Steve usually didn’t arrive until 9. He liked his quiet time.
This morning, however, he was greeted with laughter in the room and Natasha waiting for him as the elevator opened.
“Morning, Boss.”
She handed Bucky some files and watched as he stared at the scene in front of him: you sandwiched between Sam and Steve on the couch.
“Well, hello, Buck! I see you finally made it in this morning.”
Steve stood up first, then Sam who grinned at Bucky, who only had eyes for you.
Bucky raised his eyebrow as he came toward you, then stopped short of being able to reach out and touch.
He took you in as he approached. You were wearing a wrap dress that showcased your figure nicely. Almost too nicely. You looked amazing. He knew his friends and he knew they had already checked you out. Possessiveness coursed through Bucky’s body as he looked down at you.
That little jaw clench and the glare in Bucky’s eye did things to you. You felt as if you were in trouble. 
And why did that make you wet? 
“To what do we owe the pleasure?” 
Bucky addressed you as you looked up at him, staring at him with those damn doe eyes. You looked a little scared. It made him want to pull you into the bathroom and…He cleared his throat.
“Ms. YLN wanted to begin her work with you by interviewing your two best friends who also happen to be the COO and the CFO of CapTech. We were just about to start breakfast.”
Bucky scanned the room to see the dining table set up with quite the spread.
“Begin her work?” 
Although he was responding to Nat’s statement, he was looking straight at you.
“I’m beginning my work on the memoir. Background information.”
Bucky looked confused for a moment, then he turned to Natasha. 
“Ah, the memoir. I didn't realize we’d decided on the writer for that.”
Natasha was nonplussed. She shrugged.
“Well, YN did such a fantastic job on the profile that I thought she deserved first shot at this.”
Bucky looked annoyed, but then looked back at you.
“Of course. I hope you didn’t feel pressured.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. He didn’t seem to want you to do this. Well, fuck him. You drew yourself up to your full height, which in heels was four inches shorter than him.
“The contracts are signed, Mr. Barnes. But if you want to break them…”
“I’m not sure we can afford that,” interjected Sam, ever the CFO. “That’s not a good financial plan.” 
Then he turned to you, smile blinding. You couldn’t help but smile back at him. 
“I guess you’re right, Mr. Wilson. Because I would hold you to the termination fee.”
Bucky scowled as your tone changed to playful. Steve was already at the table pulling out your chair.
“Okay. Sam has been monopolizing your time all morning, let’s talk about what it takes to operate this company day to day…”
You chuckled and shook your head as you sat down, Sam and Steve flanking you at the table. Bucky simmered as you held court with his buddies. He watched and listened to the conversation through narrowed eyes.
“…we got into quite a few scraps when we were kids in Brooklyn, isn’t that right , Buck?”
“That’s right.” 
Bucky sipped his coffee and then responded.  
“Did Steve tell you that he weighed 90 pounds when we graduated high school?”
“Low blow…” you heard Sam say as he coughed.
You glared at Bucky, then turned to appraise Steve.
“Well, looks like he filled out nicely.” 
You put your hand on Steve’s arm and he flexed for you. You didn’t have to pretend to be impressed at the muscles underneath his suit coat.
Bucky felt both like an asshole for the jab at Steve, and a tongue tied fool, because he couldn’t find anything civil to say when his buddies were blatantly flirting with you. And when you were flirting back.
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Another half hour of conversation with Sam and Steve gained you some information for the direction you wanted to steer the memoir.  The only problem was, you hadn’t read what Bucky had written. When Sam and Steve and Nat excused themselves for their 10 o’clock meeting, Bucky walked you to the door.
“I know that you don’t want me to take this job, but I have some good ideas if you let me read your manuscript….”
Bucky held up his hand.
“Wait. You know what now?”
You drew yourself up to your full height.
“Well, I…”  
You stopped for a moment and looked him in the eyes. 
“I know you said you wouldn’t ask me for anything ever again. And I know that Ms. Romanoff presented this to my agent, so I won’t charge you the termination fee..”
Bucky interrupted you again.
“I was referring to asking you anything… personal.” 
Bucky’s eyes told the story. He’d just accepted your curve. So why were you disappointed?
“You are a very talented writer. Of course I want you to do this.” 
Bucky looked down at the floor and your cute toes in your open toed heels. 
When he looked back up at you, the little boy was back.
“I just felt… 
Bucky paused and you felt as if you’d tripped and fallen into the pools of his eyes.
“Natasha didn’t let me know she had asked you so soon…”
“Oh…”
After you said it, you realized that you had been holding your breath. You took in air and watched his mouth quirk up on one side. 
“I see. You wanted to be in control of the situation.”
Bucky’s look changed; sky blue eyes turned grey.
“I do like being in control.”
All of a sudden, you couldn’t breathe again.
Maybe you liked him being in control too, the way your body was responding. Your mouth opened wider and your eyes dilated.
Bucky noticed your reaction but just took note, raised his eyebrow, and barreled ahead. You’d just given him the key to unlock the puzzle of you. His mind whirred with a plan.
“I have a home office in my brownstone. I work on my story there. Sam and Steve are… distracting.”
Sam who? Steve what? There was no other man on the earth right now.
Bucky was thinking there was no other woman but you. He cleared his throat.
“The only working copy of my manuscript is on my encrypted computer there, along with the only hard copies. We will work there.”
You hesitated before answering, and Bucky filled the void.
“I’ll send you the address and also the code to the door.”
Bucky leaned toward you and you thought he was going to kiss you, but he swerved and pressed the down button on the elevator.
This man.
“I’ll see you in the afternoon? I’ll take a late lunch and go home early. 3pm or 4pm?” 
Bucky looked at you intently as you struggled to think. He was so cute.
“3 pm it is,” He chuckled, replying only when you didn't answer.
You stepped backward into the elevator when you heard the door open.
“Yes, Sir.”
Bucky smirked as the doors closed. He turned to face Sam and Steve and the barrage that he knew was coming.
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That afternoon, you carefully read the code that Bucky texted you when you arrived at his Brownstone. It was not very far at all from your apartment. How convenient, you thought. You admired the nice dark brick facade and the surrounding neighborhood. Very nice.
You entered the code on the door and pushed the heavy oak door open.
Inside, Bucky’s place was immaculate. From the piano, to the large windows, to the high ceilings and natural wood, you could tell that only the finest materials had been used. You smelled fresh paint, but also a fresh clean linen scent. 
You looked around the place and did not see a trace of Bucky’s former life except for a picture of him and Sam and Steve when they were younger.
You heard what you thought was a groan from the other room. You stopped moving and listened for it again. When you heard it, you moved toward the sound, hoping that no one was hurt.
“You are killing me, Doll.”
It was Bucky’s voice, and you thought you heard a smile in it. You stopped in the hallway and listened further.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I wanna see all of you. You wanna do that for me? Show me allll of you?”
You listened and quickly surmised that Bucky was talking to someone who wasn’t in the room. And he was doing more than talking.
Your cheeks heated and you felt some kind of way, but then you thought, this was his house, he was a man, and he had needs. And you’d rejected him. You couldn’t be mad. Could you?
Besides, you were the one in the wrong by eavesdropping. You tried to quietly go back out to the entryway.
“Stop! Don’t move.”
You froze, thinking you’d been caught.
“I need to see that pussy weep for me. Can you show me how I make you feel Doll? I can tell that you want me from the look on that pretty little face. Show me what is mine. I’ll show you what is yours.
You couldn’t help but peek around the corner, and had to cover your mouth in shock. Bucky was stroking himself! 
You pressed yourself up against the wall and closed your eyes, mortified. But then what you saw registered in your brain.
Bucky Barnes was hung like a horse.
You clenched your thighs together and bit your lip. Surely, you were mistaken. You had to look again.
This time, you stayed long enough to verify what you saw. Bucky’s large hand was wrapped around a beautiful specimen of a cock. He had earbuds in and was staring at a laptop screen, showing whomever he was talking to what he was working with. 
That lucky bitch.
“You want this dick?”
You peered around the corner and saw Bucky holding his cock up and pointing it at the computer. You could help but stare, because even across the room, you could tell it was huge, uncut, tan and veiny, the shiny head appearing and reappearing as he slowly jacked it.
‘I want it bad,’ you thought, and licked your lips. Then you bit your bottom lip, surprised at yourself.
“Ahhhh, shitt! I love when you do that. Touch yourself for me, please Doll?”
You straightened up again, heart beating a mile a minute. Why did you have the urge to do what he was commanding? You closed your eyes and willed your hands to stay at your sides.
“Be a good girl. Don't be a bad one. You know what happens to bad girls when I get my hands on them.”
You stood still and closed your eyes, trying to decide if you wanted to be a good girl or a bad one. You decided to be a professional woman. You started to tiptoe back down the hall.
“You better not run. Come back here. Don’t run from this dick…”
You heard Bucky murmuring to his mystery person as you slinked away. You stopped in the vestibule, shook. You heard your heart pounding in your ears and decided to just leave and walk home.
You reached your apartment in no time.
You decided to text Bucky about your appointment. You still had work to do so you decided to put what you witnessed out of your mind.
He didn’t answer, probably because he was in the shower washing cum off of his…
You had to stop. 
You decided to go for a run to clear your head.
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Your pace was good. You checked your time as you rounded the curve for the second kilometer of your run. Someone swerved past you. You looked up at that voice.
“Hey, you!”
You looked back, stunned to see Bucky running, looking amazing in those shorts and a muscle shirt. Damn.
You averted your eyes from his crotch to look at him, but you kept going. He circled back to run beside you.
You were salty. He could run, but he didn’t have time to meet with you? 
“‘Lo. What are you up to?”
The question seemed straightforward enough. There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm to be found. Yet you still sideyed him.
“You good?”
Bucky sounded worried when you didn’t respond.
That voice. The connotation that phrase brought up. Yes, you were a good girl, Mr. Barnes, Sir.
You shook your head, but said, “Sure, just wondering what happened to our meeting this afternoon.”
Bucky stopped and you looked back again, but then he caught up with you.
“That wasn’t… today, was it?”
“Yeeeessss?”
Bucky looked confused. 
“I clearly remember setting our meeting up for 4 pm tomorrow afternoon…”
He looked so cute and earnest.
“No, we set it up for 3 pm today….”
At this point, you both stopped and were staring at each other. To be honest, you had been so flustered when setting up the appointment and then with the events of this afternoon, you really didn’t know what was up.
The tension between you was palpable as you stared into Bucky’s baby blues.
Bucky furrowed his brow and started to speak a couple of times. Then, you both burst out laughing.
“You know, I was kind of distracted this morning, so, I really don’t remember clearly.”
Bucky’s chest was heaving and his tongue snaked out to wet his lips. You were in his orbit, attracted to him in the worst way, but you started jogging again. That long distance chick must have Bucky wide open.
“She must be hot…”
Real subtle, y/n, you thought. 
“What? Who?” 
The surprise in Bucky’s voice was evident. You stopped again.
“I mean, must be something, or someone powerful to distract that mind of yours.”
You looked up into Bucky’s eyes, not caring if the jealousy was showing. He beamed down at you and you felt like the center of the world. But he had someone else. Right?
“Yeah, only someone powerful could distract me like that.” 
Bucky sucked his bottom lip and released it slowly while surveying your body in your tight running shorts and tank top. You felt like a bad girl. Then, Bucky resumed jogging.
“I mean, as CEO of a tech company, you probably meet women all over the world. Could be hard to navigate long distance relationships.”
You were not even trying to hide your nosiness. Bucky chuckled.
“It is hard. That’s why I don’t do long distance.”
Your surprise made you almost stumble.
“I haven’t had a real relationship since…”
Bucky glanced at you.
“Well, in a good while.”
“Hmmmmm. But you have needs. Right?”
Bucky stopped and stood toe to toe with you, so close.
“Yes, I have needs.”
He looked right through you.
“Don’t you?”
Then he took off running again.
It took you a minute to digest what he was saying, and when you got it, you slowed down. Bucky ran back to you and you both stopped again.
“So are we doing this?”
You looked up at him and stepped closer.
“I mean, you gotta run, I gotta run. Are we gonna do this? Can you keep up with me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Bucky’s smile dropped, and his eyes became stormy again.
“I’m pretty fast now.”
“I bet. Don’t make me have to chase you, little girl.”
Your toes curled in your shoes. Bucky Barnes could get it. It was a done deal. You were exhausted of running from him, but this time he turned and ran, and you ran after him.
It was quite the workout, and Bucky most certainly paced with you, but your time was getting markedly better on the route through Bridge Park. When you ended up at the door to your apartment building, you turned to face Bucky, panting. 
“Wanna invite me up?”
You wanted nothing more. But you couldn’t help your reflex.
“No.”
“Yeah. Right. I get it. Had to ask.”
“Even though you said you wouldn’t.”
He smirked down at you. He’d been growing his hair out a little and a lock was flopping forward. You almost reached up to brush it out of his eyes, but you knew that if you touched him, even his hair, it would be game over.
Bucky’s hands were at his sides, clenched in fists to keep from touching you. He wanted to lean down to kiss you, but he wanted you to make the first move.
“Why do you want to come up?”
“For a drink…” Bucky licked his lips. “… of water.”
You gulped, your own throat parched with desire. Your eyes shined his body, to the glistening torso that was visible through the shirt to those short shorts.
“Oh.”
Now you felt rude as fuck.
“I didn’t hydrate properly…” It seemed that Bucky was getting closer, “… before the run.” 
Now he was looking over your head to try and control the inevitable. You wondered if he got off on his call earlier. Did he have any left over for you? You looked down and then toward the river when you swore you saw a bulge in Bucky’s shorts.
Somehow, you were closer to him, if you looked up, and he bent down, your lips would touch.
You turned your head and spoke to the car parked to his right.
“So you’re saying you’re…thirsty…”
“Yes…”
Bucky’s voice was gravelly and fucking sexy.
“I can bring a bottle down…”
Bucky shook his head and looked down the street.
“Nah, by the time you go up and come back down, I can get home…”
You looked toward Bucky’s house.
“Oh…”
You felt like an idiot. For a writer, you couldn’t find any other words than ‘oh.’
“Then come…come on up.”
You had to concentrate not to stutter.
“Thank you! Such a good one.”
You could hear Bucky’s smile behind you and you could practically feel his eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs.
When you reached your apartment and entered,  Bucky looked around and then went to the window as you went into your tiny kitchen to get him a water bottle.
He turned around and looked at you piercingly as you brought it to him. You’d kicked off your running shoes when you entered the door and that made him that much taller when you were in front of him.
Bucky grabbed the bottle. Your fingers touched yet you didn’t pull them back. As you looked into his eyes, you noticed something.
“I just realized, you’re not wearing your glasses.”
He smirked at you.
“Contacts. Not a good look to have fogged up glasses when your face is getting wet…”
Your mouth opened slightly.
“...While you’re running.” 
Bucy took a sip of water, then a lager gulp, emptying the glass.
“Thank you. It was so good of you…” He looked down at you. “I feel like thanking you in some way…”
He looked around the room and then back at you. You felt guilty as hell.
“Don’t thank me. I don’t deserve it.”
He cocked his head at you.
“Tell me why you think that.”
“Because…” 
You went on to tell him what happened earlier that afternoon. His face was inscrutable as he registered the information.
“Sooo… you eavesdropped on a private conversation. A very private conversation. And then snuck back out of my home without saying anything.”
“Y-yes.”
Why did you feel as if you were in danger as Bucky moved closer to you?
“Is that why you were asking about my needs earlier?”
You didn’t, you couldn’t answer.
“Is it because you liked what you saw?”
He was circling you now, like a predator, and you were frozen to the spot. When he got behind you he raised his voice, just a little. 
“Answer me. ”
You shivered at his smooth, dangerous tone.
“I- I-yes- no- I don’t know….”
He came back around in front of you.
“Well, I can alleviate some speculation. As I said, I don’t do long distance relationships, but I can pay for what I need. And that’s nobody’s business because no one has any claim on me. Especially you. Because you said you didn’t want it. Didn’t you?”
You just stared but he gave you that look and you replied.
“I said that. Yes.”
“Have you changed your mind? What do you want, y/n?”
“I want…” 
You looked down at the floor, gathering your strength. Then back up at Bucky. 
“I want you.”
“Oh. You got aroused by what you saw, and now you want me to give you…satisfaction?…” 
You nodded, biting your lip. Now was not the time for games the way your panties were drenched.
“I feel like a little bit of a whore. And I need to be punished. Immediately.”
Your jaw dropped at what you just said.
Bucky grinned.
“Oh really. That critical? Well let’s see what we can do…”
He finally touched you, grabbing your waist and pulling you toward him for a kiss. It was everything, passionate, with a promise.
“Where is your bed?
You smiled up at him, took his hand, and led him to your bedroom.
Bucky kissed you senseless as soon as you entered the room. You took off your tank and sports bra and Bucky discarded his muscle shirt. Your eyes watered at his bare chest and abs.
He stood back and admired you.
“So gotdamn gorgeous,” Bucky whispered, almost to himself. “Take off those shorts. Don’t forget the panties.”
You hurried to obey, the situation making your pussy cry for his attention. He reached out to touch you, thumbs gently thrumming your nipples. You threw your head back and moaned. Then he drew his hands back. You looked up, mind scattered.
“I was so wrong when I assumed that you were a good girl earlier. And I’ve never been so happy to be wrong.”
Bucky watched as you bit your lip.
“You are not a good girl. Good girls don’t eavesdrop. I’m going to show you what happens to bad girls when I get my hands on them.”
The thrill that ran through your body was like nothing else.
“Do you want me to show you that? Do you want this?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Bucky drew in a breath.
“Get on your knees.”
You obeyed in .3 seconds.
“Yessss. That’s it. So obedient for me.” 
Bucky caressed the side of your face. You turned and captured his thumb in your mouth, sucking and looking up at him.
“Fuck, is that what you want? You want to suck my dick?”
You nodded, taking his thumb with you, which caused him to press it in deeper. He leaned down toward you.
“Now why would I want to go ahead and do that? You’ve been a very bad girl.”
Bucky straightened up, and pulled his dick out of his running shorts. It was more beautiful up close. You sighed as he started stroking it right in your face. 
“Do you see how I’m already dripping for you?”
You looked up at his cock, a beautiful clear bead of precum shining on its tip. Then you looked up at him and nodded.
“It’s a shame that you won’t get to suck it like you want to...” 
You whimpered in disappointment. He ignored you.
“Now, spread those knees apart and let me see how you would have gotten off tonight while you thought of me stroking off.”
He drew in a ragged breath as you looked up at him with those eyes and started to touch yourself.
“Wider, let me see that pussy from up here.”
You shifted so that he could see better what you were doing.
“Shit. That looks delicious. Get it nice and creamy for me. I’m gonna have my fill of you tonight.”
He looked pained as he jerked himself, drops of precum landing on your body. Your juices made for an audible display of your current situation; desperate for Bucky Barnes’ cock.
“Stop! Hands away.”
Bucky glared at you when you whined.
“Don’t act like a brat. You brought this on yourself. Get on the bed, ass up.”
You did as you were told, hoping that he would finally touch you.
“Now play some more for me.”
Bucky groaned as you wiggled your ass and reached for yourself.
“Stop, suck your fingers and get them wet, then stick them in as far as they will go.”
You whimpered and did as you were told, but your fingers were inadequate for what you wanted. Why you needed.
“Fuck, that little pussy looks so good. Add another finger. If I’m gonna fuck you, you need to be stretched out more than that.”
Next thing you knew, you felt his lips on your lower ones, and his tongue was doing unspeakable things to you as you fingered yourself. You saw stars at the obscene way that Bucky Barnes was eating you out.
The way he was smacking his lips and yours was curdling your brian. His tongue started licking you faster and faster and his lips were sucking your clit until you almost came. Then he stopped. You groaned in frustration.
Bucky stood up and backed away, stroking himself again.
“Turn over, do it again while I stroke myself off.” 
Again, you did as you were told.
This time, you licked your fingers obscenely, fellating them so that he could see what his cock was missing. He groaned and stroked faster as you circled your clit skillfully, playing with your nipple with your other hand.
“Fuck that looks so fucking….” 
Then he looked you in the eyes.
“You’re trying to get fucked, aren’t you?”
You nodded, trying not to seem too eager, but you were just his cock slut at this point.
“Well, if you can keep going as long as I say, and not cum, I might give you this dick.”
You bit your lip at the challenge, going to town on yourself, as nasty as you wanted to be. The faces and the grunts that came from him made it really hard to stay on earth, so you closed your eyes.
“Open. Your. Fucking. Eyes. You fucking slut.”
You snapped your eyes opened and were about to cum when you saw his big hand going a mile a minute around his bick cock, making his shiny red head appear and reappear in his palm, but he commanded, “Stop!” just in time, and grabbed your ankle, pulling you down to the edge of the bed.
“You’re about to get it now. Are you ready?”
“Yes!”
Bucky spread your thighs and spread them wide, swiping his slick cock head at your entrance.
“Can you take this cock?”
“I need it!”
“Want it raw? Want me to stretch this little pussy out?” 
Bucky was already inching inside you, causing a delicious burn that you wanted more of.
“Fuck yes!”
“Then be a good girl and….” 
Bucky slid inside you, making you take his cock like you’d never had to before with anyone else.
“Sooooo fucking wet and soooo fucking tight.” 
Bucky looked down at you, eyes shining. His chest was heaving with the effort to restrain himself. He couldn’t believe that he was where he’d wanted to be for a while now. And so he smiled at you.
“This pussy seems made for me.”
And then he started to move. It was a mind numbing experience of sensations, his thick, pulsing cock skating in the slick of your tight, stretched cunt. He fell down to his elbows and pressed his forehead against yours as you both looked down and watched the phenomenon.
“How does it feel, Sir?”
Bucky closed his eyes and groaned as his hips faltered.
“Am I wet enough?”
“Fuck!”
Your voice in his ear was making him lose the facade of control that he had hanging by a string now that he was inside you.
“Feelsss…. Feels like… Fuck! …Don’t ask me…”
“Don’t ask what? How my pussy feels for you?”
“Holy mother of god I….”
Bucky took your thighs in his hand, pulled you to the edge of the bed again and started pounding. Then, he took your windpipe between his thumb and forefinger.
“That’ll teach you to try to…”
The way your eyes rolled back in your head had Bucky spurting inside of you already. 
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…..”
Bucky was fucking you ruthlessly. You’d never had it like this.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
You clenched around his cock and Bucky pulled out at the last possible second, shooting his cum on your stomach while reaching down and plucking your clit with his thumb. You finally came with a loud yell and a smile.
When you opened your eyes, Bucky was still milking his cock over you, so you reached down, gathered some cum on your fingers, and inserted them in your mouth. Bucky’s eyes rolled and he pulsed a last little bit of spend on your body.
“Where is your bathroom?”
You pointed toward your right and Bucky went in, ran some water and came out cleaned up, and with a washcloth for you. He sat down on the bed and tenderly took care of you. Then, he leaned down and kissed the belly that he’d just used. He leaned on his elbow and stared at you.
“You satisfied?”
“Hmmmmm. Yes.”
Bucky looked worried, then cleared his throat.
“Good. That was… it was very good for me too.” 
You smiled at him, trying to reassure him, then you started to speak. He stopped you.
“No worries, this shouldn’t affect our working relationship. We’re both adults. We can be professional, right?”
What you wanted was the farthest thing from professional, but you replied, “Right.”
Bucky kissed your nose, then stood up and started getting dressed. You got up and put on your robe, seeing him to the door.
Bucky smiled at you as he left.
“Tomorrow, 4 pm. My brownstone.”
You smiled back.
“And please announce yourself when you come in?”
Bucky winked as he started down the stairs, leaving you watching him until you couldn’t see him anymore.
When he was gone, and you were alone in your apartment, you wondered how the fuck You we’re supposed to be professional when you were addicted to that dick.
You were thinking hard when Bucky sent you a message 10 minutes later.
The text said:
Something to play with ;)
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Early the next morning, too early, Bucky woke up drenched in sweat and reached for his glasses, medicine, and the bottle of water next to his bed.
It had been a while since he’d had the familiar nightmare about what happened Sarah. And his baby.
Bucky sat on the edge of the bed and came back to the present. He got up to run the shower and looked into the mirror. He felt guilty for not having Sarah on his mind as much lately. But you were quite the distraction. 
He’d finally found a reason to move on with his life. 
You.
You and Sarah were nothing alike. Your spirit, and your spunk were unlike any other person he’d ever met. He couldn’t bend you to his will.
Not that Sarah had been a pushover, but with her, it had been so easy. Bucky and Sarah fell for each other at first sight and immediately started sneaking around behind Sam’s back. They’d been like yin and yang, not the oil and water that you and he had become. 
Bucky looked deep into his own eyes in the mirror to see if they still reflected the feral violence he wreaked on the men who tried to kidnap them and inadvertently killed his wife and baby in the process. 
Now, five years after all of that you made Bucky’s heart race again, something that running couldn’t even do.
It was meant to be.
After five years out of the limelight, everyone was curious about the sorrow-filled story of what happened to James Buchanan Barnes, and your light, humor-filled piece was skillfully written and hinted at the deeper story. It was good journalism without being mean spirited and he respected you for your skill. 
He wanted you for your body, and he wanted in your mind and soul. 
Bucky Barnes needed you. Now that he had given you a taste of the physical, he just need to make you fall in love with him.
He wished that you were here beside him where you belonged, but all in due time. His plan was proceeding perfectly. 
Bucky did his breathing exercises and walked into a cool morning shower. After that, Bucky settled into bed with his laptop to make sure that you were okay.
The surveillance team he hired was in place outside your building, and you seemed to be sleeping peacefully from what he could see from the cameras placed inside your apartment.
Bucky sighed and closed his laptop, attempting to turn off his brain so that he could gain a few more moments of sleep as the sun started to rise.
What a day today would be.
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Feedback is the essence of life. Reblog and read the next in the series, Bucky Charms.
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fleurdelouve · 10 months
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Adepero Oduye podcast from about a year ago. Speaking on Creativity.
“Remembering who you are is powerful…”
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loopsisloops · 2 years
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Not sure if this is something y’all would be interested in but I made a Loki playlist a while back
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It’s just songs I think fit his vibe/ songs I’ve seen being used in his edits/ if you feel like you haven’t slayed today, just play this
I also made an Avengers workout playlist
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fast pace, rap, 80s, little bit of everything
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save a horse (ride a cowboy)
sambucky | 4.2k | E | pwp | ao3 | spotify
final part of i wanna be a cowboy baby, but can be read as stand alone
written for/inspired by @logicheartsoul 
fulfills @samwilsonbingo round 2 square O1: humor
summary: 
Bucky finally admits country music isn't so bad, and Sam wants to celebrate.
They fuck on a mechanical bull.
excerpt:
“I think I’ve created a monster,” Sam says, watching as Bucky dons a button down with an overly ruffled collar. “Is this payback for dragging you to the CMTs? Because based on how enthusiastic you got that night, I don’t think that was actually much of a hardship on your part.”
Bucky buttons up the shirt only to his navel, showcasing the rest of his chest, and tucks his shirt tail into his jeans. “You said you were going to get me to like country music, and I’ve capitulated. It is infuriatingly catchy, you caught me dancing to it of my own volition, and I’m going all in.”
Sam shakes his head fondly, grabbing the box with his black cowboy boots out from the top of his closet. “The git-up’s a bit much, baby, but I’m glad you’re finally admitting you’ve been a fan for awhile now. Like I hadn’t known you’d been secretly hoping I’d change the music over to my country playlist for months.”
Bucky goes back over to his drawers and gets out a belt that Sam can already see has an obnoxiously large belt buckle attached to it. “‘Months’ is exaggerating it, sweetheart.”
“You’ve been nodding along to all my favorites for that long, Buck. Don’t think I haven’t noticed,” Sam replies, pointing a stern finger at Bucky but ruining it by laughing through his whole sentence. “You’ve had the earworm since I—” he starts, but cuts off when he gets a good glimpse at Bucky’s belt buckle.
It’s golden, large, and shiny, as all good country belt buckles are, but, unlike most, the whole buckle just reads, “EAT ME,” in large letters. Bucky’s got a sultry smirk on his face, but all Sam can do is laugh and shake his head.
read on ao3 | spotify link
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The Cookout Playlist by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones
For the @sarahbuckybingo 2023 SarahBucky Summer Prompts Fest: Week 1 - “Cookout”
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Part 1.
The food and drink at the Cookout was, of course, outstanding.
Not only did Sarah make some favorites, Sam was the Pitmaster, and various dishes were also brought by guests.
This time Bucky made a cake instead of buying one at the market like he had the first time he attended a Wilson cookout.
And, of course, there was music.
The Wilson family record collection is filled with music from the 1930s to the present. Records bought and gifted, added to the collection, then passed to the next generation.
Both Sam and Sarah’s parents loved jazz. Louie, Billie, Ella, Duke, Bird, Miles, and also New Orleans artists like Professor Longhair, Fats Domino, The Meters.
And there’s Motown that spanned decades, Supremes, Temps, Jacksons, Marvin.
Sam and Sarah’s favourites joined the collection as well, in the form of cassettes, then CDs: Missy, Beyonce, Blackstreet, Queen Latifa, Justin, Will Smith, Maxwell.
Sam starts putting his Cookout playlists together weeks in advance. Sarah, and even Cass & AJ put in requests.
Bucky even put in a song request when they were pinned down by gunfire in Madripoor…once again.
“Hey, Sam,” he asks, hoping Sam didn’t see him start to blush, “do you think you could add that song by that singer Sarah likes?”
“Add? What song? Oh. Look, we’ll discuss it later. Cover me, I’m heading over to the side of that building over to the right.”
“Got it. Ready? Go!”
Sam makes a break for it, and Bucky keeps the shooters occupied while softly singing to himself:
“If it’s cool…we can do a little…somethin’…“
To be continued…
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The actual #sarahbucky summer playlist is longer, there are reactions to some of the songs, and Sarah & Bucky get away for a little time to themselves later in the evening. But for now, here are the tunes. Fix yourself a plate, grab a glass (or bottle) of your favourite cookout libation, and enjoy. If you need to get up and dance, no problem. Your plate will still be there when you get back.
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elektraking · 1 year
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Music from Stolen Moments by @jemgirl86. Rated T. 98826 words. Published 2020.
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bookwormninja710 · 1 year
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In case anyone was wanting some musical things to go with the MCU that aren't terribly heartbreaking.....
Black Widow: Demons (imagine dragons)
Thor: Thunder (imagine dragons)
Ant Man: Zero (imagine dragons)
Iron Man: Machine (imagine dragons)
Hawkeye: Natural (imagine dragons)
Hulk: Monster (imagine dragons)
Endgame: Whatever It Takes (imagine dragons)
Wanda Maximoff: Believer (imagine dragons)
Thanos to Gamora: Bad Liar (imagine dragons)
Nick Fury to Avengers and SHIELD: Warriors (imagine dragons)
Captain America and Winter Soldier: I Don’t Know Why (imagine dragons)
Spider-Man: It’s Time (imagine dragons)
Captain America with shield: Boomerang (imagine dragons)
Ant man to Cassy: West Coast (imagine dragons)
Stark Family: Walking The Wire (imagine dragons)
Star Lord: On Top Of The World (imagine dragons)
Bucky Barnes: Friction (imagine dragons)
Captain Marvel: Radioactive (imagine dragons)
Groot: Roots (imagine dragons)
Vision to Wanda Maximoff: I’ll Make It Up To You (imagine dragons)
Avengers: Who We Are (imagine dragons)
Thor and Loki: Love (imagine dragons)
Peggy: Stuck (imagine dragons)
Rhodes: War Machine (AC/DC)
Thor: Thunderstruck (AC/DC)
The Avengers: Legends Never Die (League of Legends)
Natasha Romanoff: Black Widow (Iggy Azalea)
Tony Stark: Iron Man (Black Sabbath)
Asgardians: We Are Gods (Audiomachine)
Bucky Barnes: Rasputin (Boney M.)
Winter Soldier: House of Memories (Panic! At the disco)
Avengers Endgame: Centuries (Fall Out Boy)
Captain America in Endgame: Hammer of Thor (Oda Gondrosen)
Bucky Barnes to Steve Rogers; Loki to Thor: I'm So Sorry (imagine dragons)
Captain America: Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue [The Angry American] (Toby Keith)
Black Widow: Locked and Loaded (the brevet)
Wanda Maximoff: W.I.T.C.H. (Devon Cole)
Captain Marvel: Most Girls (Hailee Steinfeld)
Bruce Banner to the other Avengers: Monster Among Men (5 seconds of summer)
Scarlet Witch: Dark Horse (Katy Perry)
Peter Parker in Homecoming: Something Big (Shawn Mendes)
Winter Soldier, to HYDRA: Look What You Made Me Do (Taylor Swift)
Loki, Brainwashed by Thanos: Psycho In My Head (Skillet)
Clint Barton: World's Smallest Violin (AJR)
Loki: I Did Something Bad (Taylor swift)
All MCU women: You Should See Me in a Crown (Billie Eilish)
She-Hulk: You Do You (Zayde Wølf)
Ultron, to the Avengers: Fairytales (Gabby Sophia)
Avengers: Born For This (The Score)
Any Hero's Origin Story: Legends are Made (Sam Tinnesz)
The Thunderbolts: Anti-Hero (Taylor Swift)
Sam Wilson taking the role of Cap: Am I Wrong (Nico & Vinz)
If you've got anything to add... I'm open to recommendations!!!!
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Chicory
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Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes
Notes: This is a fluff/angst Christmas fic for the Sam Wilson Holiday Playlist. I wanted to insert some NOLA culture into the holidays, so I hope you all enjoy!
Warnings: Friendship, Christmas, Mardis Gras, Chicory, New Orleans, Angst, Depression, Letting Go, Dancing, Singing, Louis Armstrong, Trauma, Music Therapy, Mentions of Steve Rogers and T’Challa, Sarah Wilson
Word Count: 1.6K
Tags: @skittle479 @bullet-prooflove​, @letsby​
The olive green oak trees reflect the glowing moonlight as their mossy leaves gently sway to and fro in the warmth of the Southern wind. They almost seem to float in the heavy air, damp like strands of seaweed pushed by a subtle current in the ocean. It’s nothing like the few hazy memories of Christmas he tries to recall from before the accident, where snow fell down in curtains over Brooklyn, blanketing everything as far as the eye could see in a fluffy layer of white.
“It doesn’t really seem like Christmas without snow,” he says to himself.
“I figured you’d had about enough of that stuff by now.” Sam walks out of the kitchen with a mug in each hand, joining his friend to stare at the lack of holiday lights he forgot to put up around the house this year. He shrugs to himself, handing Bucky the mug that says World’s #1 Mom, and tells himself that he will do it in a few days before he heads back up to Washington.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Bucky takes the handle without a thank you, something Sam has gotten used to over the past few years as their interactions had become more frequent.
Bucky would show gratitude with a twinkle in his eye or a nod of his head, the words seeming too heavy to come out into the open as they built up and expanded in his chest. It was something Sam saw in a lot of the veterans in his group, especially those who didn’t have any family to lean their backs on when things got tough. He knew that he was one of the lucky ones to have Sarah and the boys to come home to every now and again to remind him of what was important, of what he was fighting for. She was always quick to chastise him if he got out of line, grounding him back to earth if she felt he was even beginning to fly too close to the sun.
He wanted to be there for Bucky like Sarah had been for him, to be there instead of the family he had lost, or maybe never even had to begin with. He felt that it was his duty going forward, a way to pay homage to Steve after he left them both stranded that day in their insurmountable grief. Part of him knew that he was doing it for selfish reasons, keeping Bucky around because he was the only person left alive who knew Steve as well as he did, or maybe even a little bit better. He also knew that Bucky stuck around for the exact same reason, both of them holding onto each other for dear life as the memories of their mutual friend slowly began to fade away.
“This hot chocolate tastes funny,” Bucky grumbles as he takes his first sip, the bitter hazelnut flavor taking him by surprise as it crinkles his nose.
“That’s because it’s not hot chocolate, it’s chicory,” Sam laughs, taking a long slow draw of his mug with a smile.
“What the hell is chicory?” He blows on the piping hot liquid, letting it warm his right hand as his metal arm grips the handle.
“It's a plant, a root used as a coffee substitute,” he starts, pausing as he considers refraining from giving him the long-winded history of Louisiana his dad always did when he was little. “They added it to ration out their coffee supplies during the war when all the ports were blocked off.” He takes a sip and glances over at Bucky who actually seems to be paying attention to him for once. “A lot of people kept adding more of it into their coffee grounds until they could barely tell the difference anymore. Then after the war was over, the ports eventually opened back up. Coffee beans came back in, but for some people the chicory plant just kind of… stuck.”
“Huh,” his eyes dart over to his friend as he ventures another sip, this time with more realistic expectations. The flavor is deep and woody with just a hint of spice, more bitter than hot chocolate but still more pleasant than the black coffee he’s been living off of for the past year or so. Or was he merely just surviving? He can see the appeal as it washes over his taste buds, nearly burning a few of them off as he quietly swallows the concoction down with a grin.
“Hey, if you hate it, I’ll take it off your hands, but I got you something.” Sam pats him on the back and turns around, heading over to the Christmas tree with green and purple lights mixed in with the gold that Bucky was used to seeing.
“I uh… I didn’t get you anything.” He takes another sip, hiding his lack of thoughtfulness behind Sarah’s favorite mug.
“You didn’t have to.” Sam bends over and grabs a gift from behind the tree, tossing it over to him without ceremony.
No one had gotten him a Christmas gift in decades, unless he counted the metal arm T’Challa had given him last December when he spent all that time healing in Wakanda. He wasn’t really sure if they celebrated Christmas down there or if it was just a coincidence of the calendar, but he always considered it a gift nonetheless. He realizes now that he never got to celebrate a holiday or birthday with Steve before he left, that most of his happy memories with him were too far in the past now to dig up whenever he wanted. There just wasn’t enough time after he got back.
Bucky sets his mug down on the coffee table and tries to forget about all that, to forget about him and focus on the present like his therapist is always harping on him to do. Sam got him a gift and let him stay in his house for the holidays; he should be focusing on that instead of what he wishes was happening instead. He turns the gift around a few times in his hands, trying to guess the contents of it by its weight and shape before tearing the wrapping paper off the center. It’s a record, and an old one at that: Louis Armstrong’s ‘Louis Wishes You A Cool Yule’.
“I know you said you like 40’s music.” Sam takes the vinyl out of his hands before he gets a chance to really look at it, walking over to the record player. “And Troubleman wasn’t really your thing, so I figured we could meet in the middle with King Louis.”
Bucky is speechless. He stares at Sam in silence as he sets the record on its track, cueing up a song Sam has undoubtedly heard before, but is brand new to him. How had he put so much thought and care into one tiny little thing? How could someone like Sam be so kind and gentle toward someone like him?
“Now, this came out in the fifties, but I got a hunch that you’re gonna like it anyways.” He picks up his mug and lifts it up towards him in a toast before walking across the room to sit down on the couch.
The song begins with trumpets bringing Bucky back to a time before all of this, before he was carted off and drugged up, before he was weaponized against those he cared about the most, Sam included. Soft drums play in the background in a joyful beat as Louis’ iconic voice sings lyrics about Coney Island and Santa Claus, filling the room with a barely identifiable but very tangible warmth. The horn section builds upon itself as it excites the tiny hairs on the back of his arm and neck, lifting a weight off his chest he didn’t even know he was carrying. It’s as if he’s been transported back there again, young and free of all the pain and anguish he’d experienced since he returned to this broken world, seemingly out of nowhere.
He looks over at Sam whose smile nearly cracks the skin open around his eyelids, his relaxed posture signaling to him for the hundredth time that he can trust him, that he is safe, that he is loved. Those three truths were always so difficult for him to accept, every other interaction in his life up until now usually proving otherwise. He supposes it had to take a hundred and one times for him to no longer feel the need to push Sam away with a series of tests to make sure he’s actually cared for now that Steve is gone.
Steve is gone.
Steve is gone and he’s not coming back, that blockade standing firm against the port as it halts his supply til the very end of time. It’s been something he’s told himself every single morning when he wakes up and every single night before he falls asleep… if he falls asleep, that is. But this is the first time that it actually feels real, feels final, and feels okay. He knows that Steve would have wanted him to move on, to enjoy the life he worked so hard to give him after his deprogramming, that not to do so would disrespect his memory. 
Bucky hears Sarah begin to sing along as she walks down the stairwell, the Christmas lights from the tree glowing in her eyes as she smiles at him from across the room. Before he knows it he’s dancing with her as she sings Louis’ lyrics to him, her arms hanging loosely around his shoulders as he holds onto her waist without fear that he may harm her. He lets himself sway with her to the rhythm, stepping around her feet to avoid bumping into any furniture as she gently rests her head on his chest, Sam looking on with a smile.
It isn’t until his vision clears up that he realizes tears are falling down his face.
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good day, i made a playlist for angry people with actually good songs you can shatter glasses to (or do whatever you do when you're angry).
no.999 - STAR GLASSES
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Friendly Sam Wilson Anon, 
I know it's been a while, but I am back !!!!
It's the holiday season and I am feeling festive !!! This is my favorite time of year and the music, and the togetherness are my favorite parts. So, we are here to create a holiday playlist for our beloved Sam Wilson and his wonderful ships. It does not matter what Sam ship you ship, let's have fun and make sure you tag Sam Wilson and the ship that you ship 🙂. Be creative and let's vibe out to some holiday music !!!
I hope these playlists inspire new fics, artwork, videos, edits and so much more. Lets tag it "Sam Wilson Holiday Playlist" and let's use the same hashtag for his ships !!!!!
Happy Holidays ❤️
Oh, wow !!! Thanks for the ask 😁 Alright, so here is my playlist !!
All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey
Let It Snow by Boyz II Men/ Brian McKnight
Snow by Leslie Odom Jr
Under My Tree by NSYNC
Santa Tell Me by Ariana Grande
Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt
8 Days of Christmas by Destiny's Child
Christmas in The City by Marvin Gaye
Cold December Night by Michael Buble
The Only Gift by NSYNC
Here Comes Santa Claus (Medley) by Mariah Carey
Love You More At Christmas Time by Kelly Rowland
Hey Santa by Ashanti
O Come, O Come Emmanuel by Pentatonix
I hope this wasn't too much, lol. I can so picture SamBucky being all cozy, sweet and just having fun with this playlist. Thank again !!!
Happy Holidays to you as well ❄️❄️
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th30ra3k3n · 1 year
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YEAH MY BOYFRIEND’S PRETTY COOL
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BUT HE’S NOT AS COOL AS ME
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‘CAUSE I’M A BROOKLYN BABY
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ramp-it-up · 2 years
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Playlist: Bucky Runs
Bucky runs CapTech. Bucky runs into you. What else can Bucky run?
Playlist: Chill, Buck
Bucky, who runs CapTech, ran into you. Now he can’t stop thinking about you even though you rejected him. Can you stop him from running through your mind?
Playlist: Fucking Bucky
Bucky’s seduction powers are on 100. Can you continue to resist him, or will you give in?
Playlist: Bucky Charms
Last night was… intense. But can Bucky reel you in for more than just sex? Or is he the one that’s going to get caught up?
Thank you @blackwidownat2814 @ysmmsy for the major heavy lifting on the playlists. Love you guys! 😘
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samcky · 1 year
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Please gib all your thoughts on Cap 4, fears and hopes and expectations and complinats etc
Hi nonnie! well, one thing i fear is that cap4 will turn into a hulk movie or the avengers 4.5, i've already heard so many characters being cramped into that movie that i'm also scared sam will not get enough screen time in his own movie.
as for hope I'm hoping it will have huge stakes, astronomical ones, the biggest bad, the hydra-level villains, i want Sam to defeat someone who is actually so bad and threatens so much, bc Karli threatening to kill a truckful of corrupt politicians wasn't it. also i'm hoping we'll get to see more of sarah and my sambucky heart is still holding out for a bucky appearance.
the complaints i have is that 2024 is too far away
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robb-stark · 1 year
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Friendly Sam Wilson Anon, 
I know it's been a while, but I am back !!!!
It's the holiday season and I am feeling festive !!! This is my favorite time of year and the music, and the togetherness are my favorite parts. So, we are here to create a holiday playlist for our beloved Sam Wilson and his wonderful ships. It does not matter what Sam ship you ship, let's have fun and make sure you tag Sam Wilson and the ship that you ship 🙂. Be creative and let's vibe out to some holiday music !!!
I hope these playlists inspire new fics, artwork, videos, edits and so much more. Lets tag it  "Sam Wilson Holiday Playlist" and let's use the same hashtag for his ships !!!!!
Happy Holidays ❤️
Dear Friendly Sam Wilson Anon,
First, I wanted to say I am honored to get a message from you! I had seen you a few times in the Sam Wilson tag and was always hoping to get one of these, so thank you so much 🥰
Second, I absolutely love the idea of a Sam ship holiday playlist. I'll have you know I took this assignment very seriously and made my favorite ship, Sam and Sharon, their own holiday playlist on Spotify. It's a little bit pop, a little bit soulful, a little bit country and a little bit jazzy. It has already given me some inspiration, and I hope you and anyone reading this also enjoy it!
Happy Holidays! 🎄
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bisamwilson · 1 year
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Friendly Sam Wilson Anon, 
I know it's been a while, but I am back !!!!
It's the holiday season and I am feeling festive !!! This is my favorite time of year and the music, and the togetherness are my favorite parts. So, we are here to create a holiday playlist for our beloved Sam Wilson and his wonderful ships. It does not matter what Sam ship you ship, let's have fun and make sure you tag Sam Wilson and the ship that you ship 🙂. Be creative and let's vibe out to some holiday music !!!
I hope these playlists inspire new fics, artwork, videos, edits and so much more. Lets tag it "Sam Wilson Holiday Playlist" and let's use the same hashtag for his ships !!!!!
Happy Holidays ❤️
hello, friendly sam wilson anon! i've missed you, i hope you've been well <3
oh, and merry christmas eve!
sorry this took so long for me to answer--holidays have been much busier than expected!
this is less of a playlist per se than songs that i think sam would enjoy/listen to, or that remind me of him and/or sambucky (+ some explanations why)
this is in no particular order
All I Want For Christmas Is You - Mariah Carey
gotta start with the classics. sam was a teenager in the 90s. he probably would've been all over it when it was released, and now that he's in his 40s he loves it just as much and is extra obnoxious about it bc goddamn it it's christmastime and he can be obnoxious about it. he sings it to bucky first thing on november 1st every year, purposefully missing every high note as atrociously as he can, and bucky, while outwardly grumpy, doesn't think he's ever heard anything so beautiful in his life as sam's off-key scream-singing, laughter laced through every lyric
The Mistletoe Jam (Everybody Kiss Somebody) - Luther Vandross
look, i think sam would be ALL over all of luther vandross's christmas album, but this one is my particular favorite, and i think it'd be sam's too. it's fun, it's sexy, luther's voice is spectacular as always, and i can ABSOLUTELY see sam and bucky getting a little down and dirty to luther crooning "you still got the flavor / and i'm hungry for your love / so i'm gon play this one jam / that'll make you want to kiss somebody" ESPECIALLY when they're a little bit older and just having fun/comfortable with each other
Let It Snow - Boyz II Men, Brian McKnight
once again, sam was a teenaged boy in the 90s. this is absolutely one of his favorites, for the same reasons he likes mistletoe jam. smooth, sexy, romantic, and who doesn't love a bit of boyz ii men tbh
I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm - Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong
i think this might’ve been one of the songs that sam’s mama and daddy had on vinyl when he was a kid, one they’d swing around the house to after they’d all trimmed the tree and put out the fancy christmas tableware. sam and sarah would both laugh and smile along as they danced through the living room, before they’d get pulled in themselves.
years later, when he and bucky move into their first place together and after they’ve decorated for the holidays, sam pulls out this record and sees if bucky remembers how to swing
Go Tell It On the Mountain - Mahalia Jackson
a VERY different type of christmas song than the ones thus far, but one i think sam loves anyway. if we're mixing in a bit of his comics background, his father was a pastor, and he would've grown up in church. he's probably got a lot of fond memories singing this one around christmas time, maybe even was in the church choir himself, and i know some of my own favorite christmas songs were the ones i grew up singing in church. it probably reminds him of his childhood, so he always has to make sure he hears it at least once every christmas season, whether it's on spotify or at the christmastime service he still goes to for his late mama's sake, even if it's not necessarily an "on repeat" kind of christmas song
I’ll Be Home For Christmas (If Only In My Dreams) - Frank Sinatra
i don’t know if this is necessarily one sam listens to every year, but i do think he’d probably relate to it during certain times of his life. it was written in wwii from the perspective of a soldier overseas, and it probably would’ve hit home for sam both during his tours and during the two years he spent on the run, missing his family but unable to go home. probably would’ve been one steve was singing along to, as well, as he would’ve heard bing crosby’s original version back in 1943, when he was overseas himself. it made for a melancholy christmas, sure, but i think this song probably would’ve been a comfort in some way as well
this is less a playlist and more a christmas song led sam headcanon session lmao, but hopefully it works! thanks for the ask, friendly sam wilson anon, and happy holidays <3
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