#sam wilson sundays

[siancore]

"Do you know who this is?"

I'm over here thinking about everything that is inferred by this line when Bucky says it. Sam Wilson isn't just a co-worker or some guy who's a friend of a friend. He's Sam Wilson. The Sam Wilson. Bucky comes from a time when celebrity was not so widespread. The guys he served with were fellow soldiers. He was not around to see them appear in history books. He remembered a lot about Steve from reading about him in museums. My point is, it's safe to assume that most of what Bucky learned about Sam was from actively seeking out information about Sam. I mean, even Nat didn't know Sam was part of the EXO-7 Falcon project and she knew more than most. Bucky would have tried to find out what he could about Sam in his own spare time. He knew Sam was short for Samuel. It was made clear that one of the only times Bucky and Steve spent time together off-screen they were speaking about Sam. Steve was telling Bucky about Sam and how good of a person Sam was. We can assume that Bucky actively asked questions about Sam. That they spoke about Sam at length and considering how much the shield meant to both of them, he would want to know about this man who Steve thought so highly of. Bucky also holds Sam in such high esteem because he went got the suit from Wakanda for him. Ayo probably did not even bat an eye when Bucky asked. It's for Sam. Of course it's for Sam. Bucky never asked anything for himself from anybody, but he asked for Sam. As a gift for Sam. Sam Wilson, whom Ayo would have heard him speak of.

"It's for Sam," he would have said.

"Sam Wilson?" she would ask to be sure.

"Of course."

Of course. Who else but Sam Wilson? Samuel on the official documents and when he's feeling light enough to talk shit. Sammy in his private, whispered moments. Sammy in his heart,

#sambucky #sam wilson sundays #why can't i be normal about sam? asking for me and bucky

[jemgirl86]

Here have a snippet from my married-but-separated SamBucky holiday fic:

Sam wasn’t above admitting that he’d been sulking in the same spot for the past hour. He wasn’t proud of it, of course, but he wasn’t exactly embarrassed about it either. Considering that this was his first Thanksgiving away from Bucky and, more importantly, away from Aisha, Sam thought he had every right to sulk.

True, Sam had agreed to let Bucky fly down and get their daughter, and take her back up to New York for the long weekend, but since he was trying to handle this whole thing fairly and maturely, he hadn’t much felt like he had a real choice when Bucky had asked.

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #hopefully this will be done before Thursday but I make no promises lol #sam wilson sundays

[intrepidacious]

SSS: Sam & Cooking Disasters 👨‍🍳

little accidents | s.w.

a/n: might this be based on an actual event in my life? who's to say.

"Stop laughing," you pout, crossing your arms in front of your chest with an indignant sniff, "I was just trying to do something nice for you, and it just—stop laughing!"

"I’m sorry," Sam gasps, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "It’s just—who puts one and a half teaspoons of salt into pancake batter?!"

"It’s not my fault they misprinted the recipe," you murmur, dumping the rest of your beautiful but inedible blueberry pancakes into the trash.

"How about we go out for breakfast instead," he grins, booping you on the nose. "My treat, for my favorite poisoner."

"I hate you."

#sam wilson x reader #seven sentence sundays #tati ☀️

[plantswithme]

sambucky instagram posts part 7/?

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6

#i had to make christmas ones #merry christmas to those who celebrate and have a lovely sunday to you all <3 #sambucky social media au #sambucky au #sambucky edit #sambucky instagram posts #sambucky instagram au #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #dove does stuff

[livingincolorsagain]

Seven Sentence WIP Tag Game

thanks for the tag @lapwing-em!!! 💖💖

here’s a snippet from an au i’m working on:

Their second meeting was somehow even more bizarre.

Steve wanted Bucky to meet his new running buddy, Sam; said they’d get on great, then he kept going on and on about how funny Sam was and how kind Sam was and you’re just gonna love him, Buck, trust me.

Bucky has known Steve his whole life; he knew that Steve was a stubborn bastard who never, ever relented. So, he met Steve at the spot they agreed on, unhappy and not trying to hide it.

Steve raised an eyebrow at him, completely unaffected by his dramatics, then his face lit up as he looked over Bucky’s shoulder and started waving someone over.

Bucky turned a little to the side to see what, or rather who Steve was looking at, and the air froze in his lungs, a weird mix of embarrassment and dread settling heavily in his stomach.

It was fucking Handsome Stranger from a few weeks ago.

no pressure tagging: @saryasy @bisamwilson @writerkenna @sambambucky @samwontshare @the-biggest-sambucky-shipper

#this fic is basically a romcom lol #tag game #seven sentence sunday #sambucky #sambucky snippet #sam wilson #bucky barnes #a writes sambucky

[bisamwilson]

Seven sentence Sunday Monday

@jonkentt tagged me in this last sunday but i hadn’t written anything in forever, but i wrote some today so we’re doing it now lmao. thanks for the tag, darling <3

His alarm goes off at exactly five AM, just like it has every morning since he and Sam first moved in together all those years ago.

His eyes pop open as soon as he hears the first wisp of sound, a habit he’s never quite unlearned from a war that happened 170-something years ago now, and he briefly wonders if he’ll ever be able to get a full night’s rest without the sounds of crickets and car alarms and stray cats meowing in the night waking him up at least once an hour.

He’s getting too old for this.

The same could be said for his alarm clock, he thinks as he gently turns it off, afraid too much force might finally be the straw that broke the camel’s back, might be the end for that old clock Sam had given him a couple months before he’d died at the ripe old age of eighty-nine.

“Five o’clock sharp every morning, baby,” he’d said, over half a century ago now, his voice weak and his bones weaker, holding onto Bucky’s far less wrinkled hand with all the strength he still had. “Early morning exercise is important for old men like us: keeps us living longer.”

Bucky has now lived fifty-two years, three months, and twelve days longer than Sam ever got to, and, running his hand over Sam’s side of the bed, his favorite blanket kept pristine even after all these years, he thinks living longer is the last thing he’d ever want.

no pressure tagging @firstelevens @livingincolorsagain @saryasy

#i watched a man called ove the other day and i'm having a lot of feelings about the tragedy of living longer than the person that #you never want to be without #otp: i’m coming with you #sambucky #marvel #sam wilson #bucky barnes #seven sentence sunday #tag meme #tag game #writer meme

[thatmexisaurusrex]

seven sentence sunday

I was tagged by @bisamwilson! Last Sunday 😂 Sorry it took so long to get to mine, buuuuuut here's 😂 Okay, fine, it's more than seven lines, I'm sorry, I'm very bad at editing myself down for these Seven Sentence Sundays, okay? 😂

This is from a fic I'm working on for the upcoming @starspangledbigbang that's essentially a Bachelor AU where Cap!Sam is the "Most Eligible" and Civilian!Bucky is his cameraman. I'm actually really excited about this fic and @onesmolangel is partnered with me in the Big Bang which is so cool 😆 Anyways, here are the sentences:

“Sorry. I’m a little all over the place. I can make speeches to crowds. But these cameras? Meeting with people one on one? I’m not even sure how I’m going to deal with confessionals. I. Um. I didn’t think this through.” Bucky rubbed Sam’s arm. It was… it was really nice, actually. “You’re Captain America, Sam. You’ve got this,” said Bucky with a kind smile, “And if you get nervous, just… Imagine me in my underwear.” Sam let out a surprised laugh, imagining everyone completely normal besides Bucky. “Very unprofessional,” said Sam. “Sometimes, people are in their underwear on this set. You can’t avoid it,” said Bucky as he giggled along with Sam, “If it helps, I believe in you. I’ve – I’ve seen a lot of people come on this set, and if anyone could find love… it’s you. I just know it.” Sam couldn’t stop smiling at that comment. “Bucky! Stop gabbing with the Most Eligible and get back to your camera,” said Becca as she gestured for Bucky to come over to her. Bucky gave Sam’s arm a little squeeze. Gave Sam a tiny smile. Let his fingers graze Sam’s suit jacket before he turned around and headed toward one of the particularly large cameras.

Since it's a new Sunday, I'm tagging you back again @bisamwilson, as well as @jules-of-the-crown, @saryasy, @samcky, @sammy-souffle, @cataroo, and @samothy-wilson

#seven sentence sunday #sambucky #sambucky fic #bachelor au #cap sam wilson #civilian bucky barnes #friends to lovers? #more like #cameraman and bachelor to lovers 😂 #tooth rotting fluff #idk i'm really excited about this one 😆

[tllgrrl]

Another delightful chapter in the Love, Squeeze, Don’t Tease alternate universe, where magic and Titis With The Sight are…a Thing, Bucky is a shapeshifter and Sarah is “normal”.

And everybody around them sees how they’re dancing their way around each other.

#sarah wilson #bucky barnes #sarahbucky #buckysarah #sarah x bucky #bucky x sarah #sarah wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sarah wilson #sam wilson #a sarahbucky au #by philtstone #sarah wilson fanfic #sarahcentric #fleur de louve #reblog your fave fics sunday #fanfic rec

[builder051]

For the 200 word fics, can I request a scene with Bucky sick at work with Sam to the rescue in Powers/No Powers? I love you're writing and I'm glad you're doing a bit better :)

Sure thing! Here you go. I have Bucky doing a SHIELD office-y thing, just for context.

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Bucky’s squinting.  He wants to jam his fists into his eye sockets and scrub, but first he needs to read the next glowing, pixelated, and wobbly word that will tell him what needs to be typed in the next box.  His nose is so close to the computer screen he may as well be leaving sweat marks.

Because he’s sweating.  That’s for sure.  He can hear the AC humming in the office.  It might be something to do with the throb descending vaguely atop his head.

Bucky blinks.  He loses his place.  “Fuck,” he mutters, shoving the desk so his swivel chair moves backward a few feet.  It turns maybe 90 degrees in the process, and Bucky’s innards seem to lose their places in space-time.

He curses again, though silently this time.  He needs to move.  He needs a bathroom.  A trash can.  Sensory memory reminds him of HYDRA’s purchase of the Vomit Comet.   At least people are somewhat expected to puke on planes.  Not so much in offices.

Bucky stands up.  He tugs at his collar, busting a button in the process.  He’s two steps into the hallway when someone starts walking from the opposite direction.

“I’m going to take my recycling to the shredder.”  It’s Sam. 

“Um.”  Bucky can’t think.  He grits his teeth.

“Are you ok?”

Time is up.  Bucky covers his mouth, but can’t control the gag. 

“Oh, god.  Here.”  Sam rushes to Bucky’s side.  He pushes a messy pile of papers into Bucky’s chest like a dropcloth, then slides up the next cubicle’s trash bin using his foot.

The papers hit the bottom of the bin, only to be joined a second later by a gush of bile and coffee.

Sam pats his back.  “You obviously aren’t feeling good, but, man—do you know--?

“Not a clue,” Bucky says when he can straighten up.  “Sick?”

Sam nods.  “You’re on sick leave the rest of the day.  I’ll log you out of the system and, uh, take out the trash.”

“Thanks,” Bucky murmurs.  “Sorry.”

“Hey, we take care of each other.”  Sam gives him a smile and a nod, then grabs the bin and takes it toward the side door.  Bucky nods at his back and heads for the front exit.

#starbucks sunday #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel #mcu #Avengers #bucky barnes #winter soldier #Sam Wilson #Falcon #sickfic #emeto #emetophilia #fever #hurt/comfort

[lady-djarin]

apple pie

bucky barnes x f!reader (one shot)

warnings: soft!bucky, longing, flirting, oral (m receiving), pet names (baby, doll), p in v sex (unprotected- wrap it up y’all), fingering, praise, choking, 18+ minors dni GO AWAY YOUNGLINGS

word count: 4.7K

a/n: heyyy so i finally did it! after way to long here she is. this is not edited very much at all so i apologize but i don’t completely hate it and it fills the hole in my heart that is reserved for bucky <3 enjoy!

Growing up in your small town of Delacroix, Louisiana, everybody knew everybody. One of your good friends growing up was Sarah Wilson. Everyone knew the Wilson’s. especially when Sam became an Avenger. You were born in the city and loved it; the small fishing port, friendly people and small town America feel it had. You worked at one of the oldest diners in town that almost everyone was a regular at. Your uncle owned the place so you helped out when you had the free time. Nothing too exciting ever happened in your sleepy little corner of the south, not until Sam came back to town that is.

The whole town had been buzzing about Sam's return home and all the good work he had done as an Avenger. Sarah had also told you about the “broodingly handsome” friend he had brought home with him. She said that Sam and his friend ‘Bucky’ had been working on the boat constantly, trying to get it up and running. They had stopped in a few times here and there to get lunch or pick up dinner for the whole family but never stayed long enough to talk. There were some moments where you caught the mysterious man looking your way but brushed it off as nothing important. You did agree with Sarah, Bucky was handsome but you figured he’d probably be leaving sometime soon to go save the world or whatever it is that Avengers do.

On Sunday nights you always stayed late to make your signature apple pie for the week to sell at the diner. Everyone had gone home for the night and you were left to finish baking the last pie. You were sitting behind the diner counter, mindlessly scrolling on your phone when the soft jingle of the front door broke you out of your haze.

“Miss apple pie!” Sam's voice was always a cause to make you smile. You were like brother and sister and you had endless good memories growing up with him.

You looked up and your heart skipped a beat when your gaze met that of the dark haired man beside Sam. You hadn’t thought much of him before, he was attractive, sure but not until now did you really feel anything for the man. His hair was messy, just slightly from working on the boat all day and his white shirt was now covered in grease. He looked rugged and tough in an almost perfect way. His blue eyes stood out under his dark eyebrows, they almost glowed in the soft light of the diner.

“Hey you two, come sit down, I just finished making some.” The two tall men sat in front of you, plopping down with a sigh. Bucky rubbed his right shoulder with his left arm and a glint of metal caught your attention, peeking through the end of his sleeve under his glove. You wondered why he wore the glove but never asked, in fear of offending him. You served the boys their slices of pie and watched as they dug in. You loved making food for people, especially baked goods. Watching people enjoy your hard work filled your chest with pride. The three of you ate and talked for a while until your last pie was done in the oven.

“So, what are you still doing in this small town? I always thought you would get out of here and write a book, or do something amazing,” Sam asked as he wiped his mouth where crumbs of pie crust had fallen.

“Well, you know how it is, my family needed me. Plus where would I go? I don't really have anywhere else to go,” you sighed, placing the now done pies in the fridge, ready for the week.

“You could go anywhere, the world is a large place,” Bucky finally spoke up, otherwise quiet until now. You stared at him, kind of in shock, hearing something coming from his lips.

“I guess that's true...” his icy gaze captured yours, making you unable to look away. A sharp ringtone broke through the silence, causing you to lose your focus on the man in front of you.

“Hi Sarah, I-- yes, I’m on my--- Ok! Ok! I'll be right there, bye,” Sam hung up the phone as he rubbed his forehead. “Sorry guys, I promised Sarah I’d help the boys with their homework,” he shoved his phone into his pocket and grabbed his plate to help clean.

“No no, don’t worry about it. You guys go, I'll clean,” you took the plates from both men and turned to put them in the sink.

Bucky finally spoke up again. “I’ll stay and help you clean, I'll meet you at home later Sam,” he grabbed the rest of the dirty dishes and pie tins before rounding the counter. Sam said his goodbyes before rushing out the door, mumbling about being late. The two of you spent some time cleaning and making small talk, he told you about how he met Sam through a mutual friend, who just so happened to be Captain America. So naturally you questioned him about that as much as he would allow, until the entire diner was clean. Soon you both realized how late it was and started to head out.

“Thank you for helping, I appreciate it.”

“No problem, considering Sam dined and dashed,” you laughed at the thought of him being yelled at by Sarah over the phone. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

“Oh I didn't drive, I only live a few blocks away so I walk,” you motioned down the street, intending to walk alone.

“Well I'm not going to let a pretty lady like you walk home alone,” he stepped closer, eyes lidded and glued to your lips. “Especially looking as sweet as you do,” his hand snaked its way up to your face and he swiped his thumb across your lower lip. He held it up to the light to see a spot of powdered sugar on his thumb.

You were about to say how embarrassing it was that you had it on your face all evening but you had a feeling he did that on purpose when he stuck his thumb into his mouth. He relished the taste on his tongue and the almost imperceivable sound that came from his throat made your chest tighten. He smiled that sweet smile like he didn't just do… that, and he stuck his elbow out to escort you down the sidewalk.

The tone of your conversation had definitely shifted towards flirty while walking back to your apartment. He rested his gloved hand on top of yours, a soft yet strong gesture, telling you he would protect you if need be. The two of you walked side by side, getting to know each other with mindless small talk. He didn't talk much, mostly asking about you but he always looked like you were telling him the most interesting thing in the world. Finally you reached your apartment building, though you tried to walk slowly, because of how much you enjoyed his company.

“Well, this is me. Thank you for walking me home, James,” he told you his full name, although now he regrets it.

“Please, my friends call me Bucky.”

“Oh are we friends... Bucky?” You took a chance and stepped closer, closing the small distance between you two. Testing the waters, you put your hand on his chest, right next to his shoulder. Under his shirt you could feel something hard right near the top of his peck. You kind of toyed with the seam of it under your fingers without trying to draw your eyes to the area.

“It's metal,” he had kind of a lost, sad look in his eye.

“I’m sorry I didn't mean to–” you withdrew from him now, feeling awkward at the confession. You could see the hurt in his eyes from the memories that must be playing in his mind. Sam had told you some of the awful things he went through in the service so you can't imagine what Bucky had gone through.

“It's alright, have a good night, doll,” his soft lips gently kissed the apple of your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

Doll. Doll?

Usually you hated cheesy nicknames that men used to make women feel smaller, but coming from his lips, oh lord did it sound nice. The tall man stood watch as you made your way into your apartment building, one last wave before seeing you disappear into the elevator. He would never admit it, but his heart was in his throat the entire time he was with you.

------

“Nothing happened Sam. I walked her home, that's all,” Bucky threw his hands up in defense, neglecting to tell Sam about the kiss on the cheek.

“That's all that better have happened. She's like a sister to me,” Sam was always protective of you, even against his best friend.

“Don't worry Sammy, nothing happened… yet,” he mumbled the last word as he turned away, not letting his friend hear his true intentions.

He would never tell Sam, but he was already over the moon for you, even after only a few interactions. The small smile on your face whenever he spoke, the adorable way you froze when he wiped the sugar off your lip. He had been wanting to do that all night and he was so glad he finally got the courage.

“Buck, I swear, if you so much as think about it–”

“Oh come on, relax! I won’t!”

The two men were standing in the kitchen after the rest of the family had gone to bed. As Sam walked past his friend to go to bed, he whispered to his friend, “Be nice to her, ok? She's like a sister.”

“Will do, Wilson.”

—--

You were cleaning up the diner after closing, tired and sticky from a long day, ready to go home. You had the radio on louder than usual to motivate the cleaning process, unaware of the door jingle you danced your way around the floor, broom in hand. You spun around a corner to head towards the front and finish sweeping when you collided with a solid chest. A small scream lept from your throat when large hands turned you around to face the most beautiful blue eyes.

“Oh Bucky! You scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry doll, just wanted to see if you need a walk home?” His eyes sparkled when he saw your face, a wide smile to go with them.

“I would love that! Let me put this stuff away, give me a minute.”

You put the cleaning supplies away and turned off the lights and radio while Bucky sat at the same barstool the night you met him. When you were done you gathered up your belongings and Bucky walked you out as you locked the door. He offered his elbow just like the last time.

Such a gentleman.

“So, how was your day?” His voice was deeper than usual.

“Oh you know, the usual. Busy.”

You made small talk the whole way home, like you had known each other forever. By the time you got to your building neither of you wanted it to end.

“Hey… do you want to come in for a beer?” You weren't sure how he would perceive it but with how comfortable he seemed with you, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

“I’d love to.”

The two of you walked up to your apartment and settled into your place like you had done it a dozen times. You opened a beer for the both of you and sat on the couch, close enough to make you want to reach out and touch him. Of course Bucky was an attractive guy and the chemistry was electric, but you didn't want to jump to any conclusions.

After the conversation became comfortable and more than a few beers were empty, you felt bold.

“So…Bucky…” You were still nervous to ask.

“Yes, doll?”

“Can I ask you something…personal?”

You could see the slight change in his demeanor, the anxiety in his face.

“Anything.”

“What happened to your arm?” You could feel your heartbeat out of your chest as your voice shook.

There was a static silence, something shifted in him and you could see it.

“You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. It-it’s none of my business… I’m sorry.” you got up and collected the empty bottles, heading to the kitchen when his voice froze you.

“It was the war…” he sounded distant. Like he was in that memory again.

“Bucky, please its ok, I'm sorry i ask–”

“No I… I want to tell you. It was a mission, I thought I was dead...”

You couldn't bear to hear anymore, you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. He didn't know how to react at first but he slowly slipped his hands around your waist, pulling you into him. He held you like you were a lifeline, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“I'm so sorry Bucky… you didn't deserve this.”

He breathed deep, like he was holding back a sob. You rubbed your hands up and down his back, soothing him while he steadied his breathing again. He pulled away from you just enough to bring his face to yours, his breath fanned across your lips. You looked into each other's eyes, you could feel the mood change. Something was different.

He slid his gloved hand up your arm until it cradled your cheek, the leather feeling foreign on your skin. You put your hand over the glove, pulling it down to your face. Slowly turning over his hand you undid the strap on the top of his glove. Pulling the glove off, revealing a dark gray metal in place of fingers. There were intricate gold details woven through the thin plates of metal.

“Oh my god…”

“I know it's–” he tried to pull his hand away.

“It's beautiful.” You were in shock, it was like he was made of midnight sky with gold stars flying across it.

He was stunned to say the least, unsure of how to respond. Instead, he placed his steel hand on your cheek again. You thought it would be cold, unfeeling. It was quite the opposite, it felt as alive as him.

You turned your head to kiss the inside of his palm, trailing your lips down to the inside of his wrist. You could hear a small hum from his chest, an approval.

That made you want to test the waters.

You put his hand back on your face, moving your face closer to him. You couldn't lie, you wanted to see what his arm looked like, actually, all of him. You slid your hand from his wrist up to his bicep and felt the lines of metal under the cotton shirt clinging to his body. He jolted in surprise but didn’t move away from you as you ran your fingers over the curves of muscle on his arms.

You could still see some hesitation in his beautiful eyes, telling you not many other people might have seen as much of him. You wanted to show him this wasn't some meaningless fling to you, you understood the gravity of this for him.

“James…” He smirked at the formality. “You can tell me to stop.”

The thought never came to him. Instead of putting it into words, he hauled you into his seated lap. The motion pleasantly surprised you, you were glad he took charge and made the decision. You could feel the hardness under your thighs, making it seem like all of him was made of metal. The slightest roll of your hips made him groan from deep in his chest.

“Baby I-” The nickname slipped off his tongue so naturally you almost missed it. “I haven't, uhh, you know– it's been a while.”

“Hey, it's ok. Me too,” you laughed at yourself. Dating in a small town is hard, especially when you know everyone and everyone knows you. You were still moving in his lap, almost undetectable, but enough to make his length harden.

You couldn't tell but he was losing his grip, trying to hold back and not rush you either. You had him mesmerized, lost in your eyes and his hands on your hips that were moving against him. He wanted nothing more than to touch every inch and taste just as much. You were lazily kissing, neither one wanted to break the spell.

His lips were soft like silk and he smelled like smoke and motor oil. The thought of him working on that boat with Sam made your thighs clench. You could imagine him bare chested and sweaty out in the Louisiana sun. You intertwined your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck to draw him closer. The motion sealed your lips together further and his tongue danced across yours as his hands roamed your body. He caressed and squeezed every curve he could find, leaving you breathless.

You needed more.

You wanted to taste him.

You kissed your way down his neck and clothed chest all while trying to remove his shirt. You slid down on your knees between his thighs and looked up at him with bated breath. He didn't object to your action and you took it as a sign to continue. You worked the button and zipper open on his jeans and he moved his hips out of the confining fabric. His hard length was tenting his underwear and your mouth practically watered at the sight. Your hands on his thighs slid closer to the waistband of his boxers, pulling the fabric slightly. You peppered little kisses and small bites along all his clothed skin, watching him get visibly harder.

“Oh fuck baby…” his voice was dark and soothing. He was holding back for your sake, letting you do what you want but he was slowly starting to slip.

You finally removed the remaining clothing around his hips and motioned for him to remove his shirt. The muscles on his chest strained with the effort and before he leaned back again you were on him. You wrapped your mouth around the head dripping with precum before he even saw you do it.

“Shit–” His hands flew into your hair to hold you just like that and he relaxed into the couch. Your mouth worked him the best you could but he wasn't a small guy by any standard. Your eyes watered when you took him all the way, your nose hitting the curls at the base of him. He groaned at the warmth of your mouth and knew he wouldn't last long. You bobbed your head up and down while his large hand gripped your hair, pulling just hard enough to feel good. You knew you were dripping, ruining your underwear but you didn't care. All you wanted was to hear this man moan your name for as long as he’d allow. Your name came in broken moans as he chased his high.

Bucky was getting carried away, he should be the one pleasing you not the other way around, he thought. But when you slid your tongue up the vein running along him, he was powerless to stop you. He almost felt guilty for it but couldn't bring himself to make you stop, you felt too good.

The salty taste of precum told you he was close, painfully close, so naturally… you slowed down. You were torturing him a little bit but having this powerful super soldier in the palm of your hand was just too good. You could see the almost painful look in his face when he looked down at you, urging you to touch him.

“James… I need you.”

His name, those three words, it sent him tumbling over that edge of control. He extended his hand to help you up and before you could get your bearings he pulled you down to fall onto the couch. So there you were, face down in the pillow with your fully clothed ass in his face. He pulled the band of your soft pants down your hips, along with your underwear, fully exposing you. The cool air of the room brushed your skin as he moved behind you. His hands were steady as they moved across the skin of your ass. You were dripping no doubt. The slick feeling was making you blush, Bucky hadn’t even really touched you yet and you were practically putty in his hands.

Your heart was thundering in your chest knowing he was staring at you, probably deciding what to do. After a brief moment he pulled you up against his chest, one hand on your chest over your shirt and the other sneaking up under the hem of the fabric.

“Jesus, you…” he nuzzled his nose into the hair draped over your neck. “You're so soft.”

He ran his hands under your top and pulled the thin bra over your hardening nipples. He lightly brushed his fingertips over the pebbled skin and you unclasped the band of your bra and pulled off your top to let him have full access to all of you. His touch was so soft and sweet, it made you even wetter. You had a feeling he was holding back because he was afraid to hurt you.

Oh, if he only knew.

“Please, Bucky… I-I want you. All of you.” your voice was so small that you barely heard it.

“What baby? What do you need?”

You clenched around nothing hearing his voice, whining a response not able to form words. You pushed your hips back into him, feeling his hard length against your soft backside. His voice echoed in your ear, almost like a low growl from his chest.

“I– p-please…” You were delirious. And his roaming hands were not helping.

His lips were just as curious as his hands. His tongue was tracing the strong pulse in your neck all the way up to your ear. He sucked on the sensitive skin behind your ear and you rolled your head back to accommodate him. You couldn't help how your eyes fluttered closed when he pulled your hair back to keep your neck exposed. His fingers were tangled in your hair, he completely controlled where your head was. You moaned as he continued to lick and nip at your neck and slowly inched his metal fingers toward your slick center.

The dark metal was biting in a good way, harder than flesh but still comforting to the touch. The gold glinted off the low light in the room, catching your eye. Your gaze followed his fingers as they spread the wetness around your clit. You moaned as he sped up his movements until you were a painting mess, his arms the only thing holding you up.

“Oh f-fuck… mmm Ja–James…” You whined when he pushed his middle two fingers into your heat. Your hips ground onto his hand, the metal smooth yet the grooves in the design made you dizzy as your sensitive bundle of nerves ground into the heel of his hand. You were seeing stars and were quickly barreling toward a release. His chest pressed against your back let you feel his climbing heartbeat and rapid breathing.

Just as you felt a warmth start to spread in your lower stomach, he pulled his expert fingers away. You slumped against the loss and moaned in protest.

“I need to see your face when you cum.”

He swallowed your moan and shifted you to lay on your back, ever so softly. Ever the gentleman. Your heart swelled. Before you had a chance to register, his massive arms opened your legs and pushed your knees up to your chest. His grip was strong enough to bruise and you hoped it did. He ran his metal fingers over your soft folds, through your slick and hummed as he licked it off.

“Mhmm, sweet as apple pie.” He gave you that devastatingly brilliant smirk that just made you melt.

You hummed as he rubbed his tip through your folds, his chest exhaling above your face. He locked eyes with you as he guided his length into your swollen pussy. You practically purred as he bottomed out inside you. It was like liquid ecstasy was running through your veins, something you never experienced before.

“Jesus Christ, look at you doll.” His voice sounded like it had been dragged out of him, across gravel. The sound made you clench around him. “Y’look so pretty like this…” his words were almost slurred, like he was drunk on you.

And if he was honest with himself; he was drunk on you. This was a new feeling, entirely its own. It felt like his body was reacting to yours in some indescribable way. As he rocked into you, the only sounds were of your quiet moans and breaths, your noises spurring him on more.

“L-let me hear you baby… talk t– talk to me.”

“James… oh my– my god, you feel so…so good.” You clung onto his arms as they framed your head. You turned toward his mechanic arm, your lips meeting his thumb. You licked the digit, wanting to feel the metal in your mouth. He must have noticed your unconscious movements because he adjusted his arm and cupped his hand around your jaw, the thumb teasing your bottom lip. His hips never lost their rhythm as he pushed his thumb into your mouth. You moaned and sucked on his finger and his grip tightened on your face and eventually slid to your neck.

You couldn’t help the small smile that broke on your lips. You knew he saw it, and that he knew what it meant. The metal digits tightened around your throat, just enough to send stars across your vision.

“Oh fuck… you’re so fu— fucking tight. You— you like that don’t you? You like my hand around your throat?”

He was picking up the pace now. Whether he meant to or not his hips were slamming into you much harder now, every thrust causing his grip to tighten on your neck. The lewd noise of him moving inside you was ringing in your ears, the loss of blood flow made you dizzy. But you think you might just die if he stopped.

He kept his Vibranium hand on your pulse while he sat back and reached between you. For a moment you thought he was going to stop but when his fingers found your sensitive clit, you gasped at the feeling. He knew just how to fill your veins with fire, set your whole body ablaze. As he expertly circled your bundle of nerves you could feel his significant size swell inside you. You knew he was close.

“Bu— Bucky… please…” your words were long and drawn out. You were teetering on the edge now, practically vibrating with your pent up release. You needed one thing, one small thing to send you over that edge.

And he was that one thing.

“Fuck— where?”

You knew his release was going to be your salvation. You wrapped your legs around his hips, sealing him to you, telling him to empty inside you. Your walls clamped down on him, wringing him dry as he came and practically whined in your ear. He never stopped his movements on your clit. Feeling him finish inside you was all you needed to scream his name as the fire in your veins exploded. You came harder than you ever have before, like nothing you ever experienced.

You both could do nothing but lay there as your bodies recovered. Bucky stroked your arm and hummed as you nuzzled into him.

“Shower?” his chest rumbled with the words.

“Only if I can come with.”

“Deal.”

He kissed you all the way to the bathroom and didn’t let you lift a finger while he turned on the shower and made sure there were towels for both of you.

You didn’t know what to expect of the mysterious soldier but, boy you were not disappointed.

Sadly, you had a feeling deep in your stomach that he wouldn’t be around long. I mean, who can expect a superhero to stick around for very long when there is a whole word to save.

But damn it if you weren’t going to enjoy it while it lasted.

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes smut #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #marvel fanfiction #marvel #marvel smut #fanfic

[siancore]

War Stories Chapter 12 of 13

Summary: Sam faces off with Batroc, Karli, and the governments of the world.

A/N: It's mine and Bucky's birthday today. Have this update as a treat.

#sambucky #sambucky fanfiction #siancore: war stories #sam wilson sundays

[mamaestapa]

Idea for a blurb

Reader finds out she’s pregnant during the season and is having trouble finding the right way to tell Joe. One night while hanging out with readers best friend and her husband (maybe someone else on the team) readers friend blurts out that reader is pregnant. Reader gets really embarrassed and is afraid to look at Joe in fear that he’d be upset she didn’t tell him this huge news. Joe didn’t care how he found out he was just super excited to become a dad.

The Best News Ever|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: You’re pregnant but you’re having a hard time finding the right way to tell Joe. One day your friend lets the news slip…

•warnings: pregnancy and lots of fluff :)

You flattened your hands over your abdomen, the small bump that was beginning to form was staring back at you through the mirror. You sighed and removed your hands from your belly, keeping your eyes locked on the mirror in front of you. You wanted to make sure the dress you were wearing covered your small bump. You are currently two months pregnant with Baby Burrow. While you are so excited to be expecting a baby with Joe, you haven't had the chance to tell him the news yet. It's not that you are avoiding it, you just haven't found the time since it’s football season or the right way to tell him.

A onesie was too cliche, same with a note and balloons. Just showing him the three positive pregnancy tests was too simple, but you didn't want to do something too extravagant to break the news either. You just didn’t know what to do, so you figured you’d wait until something sticks out to you. Unfortunately, you don’t have much longer because Baby Burrow is getting harder to hide from Joe and the rest of the world.

The dress you were wearing hid the little bump perfectly though. Once you were happy with your appearance, you left the bathroom and headed downstairs to greet your boyfriend and let him know you were ready to head out.

Today the two of are going to Logan and Morgan Wilson’s house for lunch. Sam and his girlfriend are also coming, too. You don’t know Sams girlfriend very well, but Morgan is your best friend. She was actually with you when you found out about your pregnancy, so she’s the only person that knows about the baby.

You walked into the kitchen, smiling as you saw Joe leaning over the counter, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram.

“Hey you,” you said softly, making Joe snap his eyes up at you. He smiled back, turning his phone off and standing up straight. “Hey,” he said softly, “don’t you look beautiful.”

“Thank you Joey,” you blushed, walking up to your boyfriend and giving him a hug. You were mindful of your small bump though, careful to make sure your belly didn’t touch Joe. If he felt the swell in your abdomen at all, he would get extremely suspicious. Joe embraced you in a warm hug, squeezing you gently before pulling away and asking, “Are you ready to go?”

“Ready when you are.”

Joe smiled and put his arm around your waist as the two of you walked out to the garage. You both got in his car and left the house, heading out to lunch at the Wilson’s. After about a calm, ten minute drive, you pulled into the Wilson’s driveway. Joe parked the car and the two of you got out. Morgan and Logan were waiting at the door to greet the you. You see Morgan and Logan every Sunday now that it’s football season, but it was nice to see them outside of the football setting. After chatting with the couple for a few minutes and greeting Sam and his girlfriend, you and Joe followed them into the kitchen.

“You guys can go sit in the backyard, Logan and I will get drinks.” Morgan said with a smile. You nodded and thanked her, following Joe and the others outside. You and Joe sat down on the patio chairs closest to the sliding glass door, while Sam and His girlfriend sat across from you guys. The four of you made small talk as you waited for Logan and Morgan to come outside and join and you.

Logan opened the sliding glass door and came outside first, with Morgan following behind him. He handed Joe and Sam a drink before sitting down in an empty chair. Morgan gave Sam’s girlfriend a drink before walking over to you, a sweet smile on her face as she spoke.

“Here’s one for you, Y/n. I made sure it was no alcohol because of the baby.” The whole backyard fell silent. Morgan’s face fell as she realized what she had just said.

Your heart dropped to your stomach and started to race at the same time. Your face grew pale and you refused to look at Joe. This couldn’t be how he found out…

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t-.”

“You’re pregnant?” Joe asked, his voice quiet as he cut Morgan off. You turned your head to the side and squeezed your eyes shut. You couldn’t look at him. You didn’t want to see the pained look in his blue eyes. But what you couldn’t see were Joe’s beautiful blues that didn’t show hurt, they showed excitement.

“Y/n, look at me.” He said softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on your thigh. You opened your eyes and reluctantly looked at your boyfriend. “You’re pregnant? How long have you known?” he asked again. You slowly nodded, voice cracking as you replied, “I’m nine weeks along. I didn’t know how to tell you, I’m so sorry Joe.”

Joe laughed shakily, “What are you sorry for? We’re having a baby.”

“You’re happy about this?”

A smile pulled at Joe’s lips, “Y/n, this is the best news ever. We’re having a baby.” He repeated, his smile only growing wider.

“Yeah we are,” you said quietly, a small smile making its way onto your face as both you and Joe started to tear up at the thought of you growing a baby right now. “You’re not upset I didn’t tell you in a special way?”

Joe shook his head, chuckling softly as he said, “Baby, I don’t care how I found out, I’m just excited to be a dad. I’m excited to go through this with you.” You smiled and leaned over, wrapping your arms around Joe. He pulled you into a tight embrace, mindful of your belly that he now knows is home to his baby. He pulled away from you and brought his hand down to your bump, tears welled up in his eyes and a wide grin was on his face as he felt the swell in your abdomen. Joe kept his hand on your belly as he leaned in to place a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Joe.”

Joe smiled and stroked your tummy with his thumb. You grinned happily as you pulled away, sharing the excitement with your friends as you all cheered over the news about the baby.

Even though this wasn’t exactly how you planned on telling Joe he was going to be a daddy, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

hi loves!

another blurb🤍 i have no clue when to post all of these, so they’ll just be at random throughout the night lol. all this joe content from the game has me 🥵😩 LAWD

anyways- more coming soon!! i’ve got some really cute requests in my drafts👀

tags: @erinmartin1987 @klips118 @burrowstyles5 @caroline1019

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #joe burrow blurbs #dad joe #dad joe blurbs #blurb night!

[intrepidacious]

sam wilson + long drives 🥰

driving | s.w.

a/n: this turned out so soft asdglshgh hope that's okay

"Are you sure you’re still alright driving?"

The sun had long set and Sam’d already been behind the wheel for the longest stretch of your way; you only passed other cars every couple of minutes now. You’d rolled your window all the way down to breathe in the cool night air; it smelled faintly of fall.

He rolled his eyes, even though the content look on his face didn’t disappear. "I’ve seen you drive when you’re awake, thank you; I’d rather get back home in one piece."

"You’re so mean to me," you yawned, threatening to disentangle your fingers from his; he only laughed quietly and squeezed your hand.

You looked at his profile, then, tired and perfectly at ease, as his eyes stayed on the road and the soft smile stayed on his lips; hopefully you’d never get used to this strange sort of delight you found in the moments in between.

#sam wilson x reader #seven sentence sundays #elle 🪷

[livingincolorsagain]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @bisamwilson thanks for the tag hun 💖

i talked to you about this one before mak. it starts with wedding planning then… takes a turn, and it’s inspired by/based on this post by @saryasy because i read it and immediately went i need to write this lol

“I’m serious.”

“About what, Bucky? We’re already getting married, we’re planning the wedding, wh–”

“We had to reschedule every single appointment in the last month because–”

“Well, I’m sorry my job is inconvenient. Can’t exactly tell the bad guys to put their evil master plans on hold until after the honeymoon.”

Bucky jumped off the bed, pulling his clothes back on as he muttered under his breath.

no pressure tagging: @writerkenna @sambambucky @finnsafropick @obsessivelymoody @vomagari

#sambucky #sambucky snippet #sam wilson #bucky barnes #seven sentence sunday #a writes sambucky #me? writing angst? more likely than you think #bucky sweetie im so sorry this ugly ass bitch (me) is killing you again #it’s not sunday for me yet but it is for sary so it balances out

[bisamwilson]

six sentence sunday

i love when these come around tbh

tagged by @thatmexisaurusrex! thank you mexi <3

this is from a fic i’m currently working on called “they don’t need to know what we do alone.” it’s from an upcoming series of unrelated one shots inspired by a favorite artist of mine called MAX. i recently bought tickets to see him in december so i’ve been listening to a lot of his music recently and it dawned on me how unrepentantly horny most of his songs are asdsfkjsdh, so i’m making a smut series out of some of them

this one’s inspired by an earlier song of his, hotel confidential, and this is technically a little longer than six sentences oops but i had to finish the bit yk?

“You do this for all the guys you see across hotel bars?” Sam asks, wanting to prolong this even as he’s aching to be touched.

His unexpected partner slides his index finger around the rim of his glass, and Sam flinches a bit at the resulting high pitched noise. “Only the handsomest ones.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “That line usually work for you?”

Sam finds his drink whisked out of his hand faster than he can blink, his partner pushing him flat onto his back and climbing on top of him, straddling his hips. Their faces are inches apart. “It’s working tonight, angel. That’s all that matters.”

no pressure tagging @jemgirl86, @saryasy, and @livingincolorsagain

#otp: i’m coming with you #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #marvel #six sentence sunday #mak writes

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you @sidepartskinnyjeans for tagging me in this! 🥰 Oooh, let's see. And I know I'm breaking the rules again, but here's the first little section of a chapter of a multichapter fic I've been working on based on a moodboard I made called From That Show.

Since it's long 😂 I'll do the tagging here: @yammz, @bisamwilson, @obsessivelymoody, and whoever else wants to show off six sentences of a WIP.

Now, the first section of From That Show:

BEFORE

“Hey. Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

Sam blinked. The man looked like he was growing out his hair. His stubble looked new. He was… he was going to be the musician neighbor, right?

“Did I see you during the auditions?” asked Sam as he shook the man’s hand.

There was a roughness to those hands that felt more than just some practice on an acoustic guitar. There was something more to this. Something much more than just the audition.

“Yeah, but – I feel like I’ve seen you around before,” said the man, and Sam was about to shut whatever bullshit this man was going to say down but then the man lit up and blurted, “Wilson Family Seafood! I worked on your boat every summer during high school. You were in my sister’s grade – Becca Barnes.”

Sam gaped.

“Bucky Barnes,” said Sam as his mind raced.

Sam remembered him vaguely. Bucky had been older by a few years. A little intimidating despite his kind nature and goofy disposition. Maybe it was because he was a little older. Maybe it was because Bucky always seemed to be walking around shirtless on the boat during the hot Delacroix summers.

“Didn’t your sister blow up one of the chemistry classrooms?” asked Sam.

Bucky laughed.

“She got a few chemicals mixed up,” said Bucky like he had to tell this to a million people, “Also, it didn’t blow up. She just… gently singed the room.”

Sam couldn’t help but grin, giggled a bit.

“Gently singed, eh?” said Sam.

“Okay, maybe a little more than singed, but nobody got hurt,” said Bucky, “You got the big role, right?”

“Anthony? Yeah. I’m Anthony,” said Sam.

Sam couldn’t keep his feelings close to the vest. Not for this. How could he? This was his first big break. The lead in a sitcom. He had moved out to Los Angeles eight months ago, and now he had landed a gig on a show. As the lead, no less.

“You deserved it. I heard a little bit of your audition and it was…” Bucky said before they both realized they were still holding each other’s hands… Bucky gently let go, “You’re probably too good for this show, Sam.”

Sam shrugged.

“I’m pretty new to all of this,” said Sam, feeling a little self-conscious, “Maybe I’ll do something else, but I don’t know. I like this show. The pilot’s smarter than it seems. I’m really impressed with some of the more subtle jokes.”

“You’re right. The double talk in that one scene was really what made me excited about the pilot script,” said Bucky, “I love how all of the jokes built up throughout the episode. It makes the button at the end hilarious.”

Bucky smiled at Sam. Big and soft and kind. Bucky stood there for a while, just staring. At Sam. Sam raised an eyebrow.

“What?” asked Sam.

“Sorry, it’s just – I’ve been out here for over a year, and it’s… it’s a lot different out here,” said Bucky, “It’s… It’s nice to have a familiar face around.”

Sam understood the feeling. “No,” said Sam, “I get it. It’s… It’s nice to see you too.”

#six sentence sunday #i'm sorry i keep breaking the rules for this lol #sambucky #sambucky fic #sam wilson #bucky barnes #no powers au #celebrity au #my process #behind the scenes #my fic