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siancore · 3 months
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Traditions
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A/N: Written for @thatmexisaurusrex as part of the @sambuckylibrary SamBucky Gift Event. My last of the year. Thanks to everyone for supporting me this year. Enjoy!
Summary: Sam has plans to spend New Year's Eve alone on his family's boat. Bucky shows up out of nowhere, like he usually does, and the pair spend it together even though they aren't together anymore.
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“Don’t worry about me,” said Sam as he placed the last of his supplies in his waterproof bag. “Just enjoy yourself tonight. Make sure to take plenty of pictures of the boys. And if you need anything you let me know and I’ll be there in a heartbeat.”
“Thank you,” Sarah replied, the sound of AJ and Cass’ excited chatted wafter in the background of the call. “But this is your first weekend off in how long? You enjoy yourself, too. Make sure to check-in with us first thing in the morning.”
“You’re not planning on staying up late?”
“Nope. The boys can watch the ball drop, but we’ll be back in the hotel room not long after that.”
“I could’ve watched them, and you could’ve had a night out,” said Sam in earnest. “Still can.”
“No, it’s fine,” Sarah replied. “It’s their first New Year’s Eve in New Orleans. I want them to have fun. I want us to have fun together. Start a new tradition with them.”
“I hear you,” said Sam as he took a seat at the kitchen table. “Be safe out there. And if anything happens, call me.”
“To the rescue, uh?
Sam smiled and said, “Always.”
…..
The sun was still hanging low in the Louisiana sky as Sam loaded his truck. A soft breeze swirled around him, cold for that time of year in that part of the country. He pulled his jacket closed and placed the last of his supplies in the back seat. Just then, a car came up the driveway. Sam turned just in time to see Bucky exiting the vehicle.
“Bucky? What’re you doin’ here?” asked Sam, surprised to see him. “I thought you were on some secret mission?”
“I was due for R&R,” Bucky explained as he walked over to where Sam was standing. “Thought I’d see what you were doing.”
“You gotta learn how to use a phone, Buck,” said Sam with a laugh as the pair shared a quick embrace. “I’m takin’ the boat out.”
“I know. Sarah told me.”
“So, you know how to call Sarah but not me?”
“I was making sure she had everything she needed for New Year’s Eve in New Orleans,” said Bucky as he leaned against Sam’s truck. “She said you were stayin’ home. Thought you might want company.”
“And you sent yourself?” said Sam half teasing.
“The least I could do for you, Cap,” Bucky replied before nudging Sam with his shoulder. “So, you ready to ship out?”
“Yeah,” Sam replied. “Let’s head out.”
…..
Sam Wilson had been to so many different places all over the world, but nothing compared to being on his family’s boat out on the water just as the sun was setting. The vast and varied colors reflecting from the sky to the water soothed Sam as much as the steady rocking of the boat.  He was drawn from his reverie by Bucky handing over a plate of different cold cuts and cheeses.
“Sorry I didn’t bring a lot of food,” said Sam with a gentle smile. “I wasn’t expecting company.”
“You got beers,” said Bucky as he clinked his bottle against Sam’s. “That’s good enough for me.”
Bucky settled in next to Sam on a deck chair at the stern of the boat. He sipped from his drink and glanced out over the shimmering waters. He then turned his head to look at Sam.
“This is nice,” said Bucky. “Thanks for letting me join you.”
Sam huffed out a laugh and said, “Like I had a choice. When you say, ‘I’m comin’ with you’, I’ve learned not to argue. You don’t listen anyways.”
Bucky let out a laugh and said, “That is true.”
Silence settled around them comfortably as Sam picked at his food and Bucky sipped from his beer.
“This the first time you’ve been out here since you got back?” Bucky suddenly asked.
Sam noticed that he did not ask a lot of questions generally, but rather sat back and observed. It was nice to have him taking an interest.
“Yeah,” said Sam. “First time in a long time.”
He turned his head to see Bucky watching him, so he continued to speak.
“It was kinda a tradition for us,” said Sam with a nostalgic tone to his voice. “Back in the day, when the seafood business was booming, the docks used to see a lot of action from tourists and locals. There was always music and food. A nice atmosphere around this time of the year. It ain’t New Orleans, but folks here knew how to have a good time.”
Bucky nodded and listened.
“My parents would close up the restaurant early and bring us kids out on the boat. We’d do the New Year countdown and watch the fireworks that Tommy let off from back up on the shore. We’d sail around a little longer after that, and eventually Sarah and Gideon’d be too tired and fall asleep, but I liked staying up pretending I was asleep. I liked listening to Mama and Daddy talk when they thought no one was listening. They’d talk about the year that’d passed and what they were thankful for. What they were looking forward to in the coming year. What they were scared of; how they’d get through it together. It was one of the best memories I have of them.”
“It sounds lovely, Sam,” said Bucky with a fond expression on his face.
“It was,” Sam agreed. “I just wanted what they had, y’know? Someone to face the familiar and the uncertain with.”
Tears welled in Sam’s eyes before he let out a little laugh and said, “Sorry, this time of year makes me sentimental.”
Before Bucky could reach out and place a comforting hand to Sam’s, he spoke again.
“What about you? What was your New Year’s Eve traditions before everything that happened – happened?”
“Fighting.”
“What?” asked Sam, unsure of if he had heard Bucky correctly.
“I don’t know if it was ever in those museum exhibits about the Howling Commandos, but I used to be a boxer.”
“Right, yeah. I remember Steve mentioned it once or twice,” said Sam with a smile. “Also heard you liked to dance. So, which did you like best? Dancing or boxing?”
“Well, Buttercup, dancin’ didn’t pay no bills,” said Bucky with a hint of his 1940s vernacular and swagger creeping in.
“It does if you’re good enough,” Sam teased, causing Bucky to roll his eyes playfully.
“I was plenty good,” Bucky defended. “I was just better with my fists, and everyone knew it. Guess that’s still a thing.”
There was a moment of melancholy that hung over them at the gravity of Bucky’s words.
“So, you fought on New Year’s Eve?”
“I was a champion fighter but did exhibition bouts on New Year’s Eve from the age of sixteen,” Bucky explained as he sipped from his drink. “That was my tradition. My old man would drive me to the YMCA because some snot-nosed punk would always want to challenge the champ.”
Bucky rolled his eyes.
“So, that’s how most of my New Year’s Eve’s went – fight a few rounds and then go out dancing with a shiner,” he smiled that crooked smile that made Sam feel weak.
“James Bucky Barnes out on the town with a black eye? I can only imagine the attention you got,” said Sam as he drank from his beer.
“The girls swooned over it,” said Bucky looking as if he was just now pulling the memories from deep inside. “And it lit some kinda fire in the belly of the fellas. I did alright.”
Sam’s lips quirked as he said, “Oh, I’m sure you did.”
…..
There weren’t near enough cushions, Sam realized, as he tried to get comfortable on the picnic blanket next to Bucky. The sun had set some time ago, and the pair were supine on the deck of the Paul & Darlene. Sam’s belly was full, and his heart was getting there. He was not expecting that his evening would go that way, but he was having an enjoyable time. He was glad to have Bucky back beside him. He was happy.
“These lights are a nice touch,” said Bucky gesturing to the string lights that hung overhead.
“Cass and AJ’s idea,” Sam explained with a fond smile. “They learned the word ambiance from Carlos and sorta ran with it.”
“They’re smart kids.”
“They are,” said Sam. “We could learn a lot from them.”
Bucky shifted next to Sam and was resting on his elbow. Sam turned his head and stared up at him.
“What?” asked Sam, taking in the intense look in Bucky’s eyes.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t smarter, Sam.”
“Don’t do that,” said Sam. “We agreed that you’d stop doin’ that.”
“I should’ve never left,” Bucky admitted. “Should’ve been smarter. Should’ve stayed with you.”
“Shoulda, woulda, coulda,” Sam replied, waving his hand. “You don’t owe me apologies. You don’t owe me anything.”
“I owe you everything,” said Bucky with so much sincerity it made Sam’s chest feel tight. “What if I stayed?”
“Would that make you happy?”
“Yes.”
“You know you can always fight, and then come back here to dance, right?” said Sam somewhat playfully. “Sure there’s a line around the block of folks who’d wanna dance with you – black eyes and all.”
“I only wanna dance with you, Sam,” said Bucky in earnest as he reached over to cup Sam’s face. “I only want you.”
Sam sat up and stared at Bucky, who mirrored his action. He shivered when a breeze came up off the water. Bucky grabbed a blanket from the nearby deck chair and draped it over Sam’s shoulders.
“This is my life now,” said Sam as he took hold of one of Bucky’s hands. “Sure, I��ll be Captain America until Torres and the others can figure things out, but this is my home. I’ve been away for too long. This is where I want to be. I want you to do whatever makes you happy, Bucky. If that’s working with Walker and the others, then cool. I just don’t think I can be with you in the way we both want without having you here with me. My heart can’t take the worry of not knowing where in the world you are. I can’t be with you and not have you with me.”
“I’m not going back to the Thunderbolts.”
“What? I thought you signed a contract?”
“To hell with their contract, Sam. I miss you and I want to be here with you.”
Sam let his head fall before Bucky tilted his chin up with his fingers and repeated, “I want to be here with you.”
Sam dipped his lips and placed a lingering kiss to Bucky’s knuckles. He lifted his gaze and stared into Bucky’s eyes.
“What about your future?”
“You’re my future, Sam,” Bucky stated plainly as he brought his hand up to caress Sam’s cheek.
“New Year’s Eve does this,” Sam tried to protest weakly. “Makes us do and say things. Makes us feel hopeful about the future.”
“You make me hopeful. I don’t know what’s gonna happen, but I know what I want.”
“Wow,” said Sam, as the overhead lights sparkled in his wet eyes. “You really mean it?”
“Yes, I mean it. Of course, I do. Sam, listen to me: We can’t ever know what the future’s got in store for us,” said Bucky as he ran his hand gently against Sam’s face. “All I know is that I wanna spend it with you. I wanna start new traditions with you.”
A distant crack and rumble of some far-off fireworks exploded and lit the darkened sky with all manner of colors. It sparked a warm memory in Sam that almost matched the warmth he felt in that moment. Maybe he could have something akin to what his parents had. Maybe new traditions were coming.
“Me, too,” said Sam as he took a deep, steadying breath and smiled sweetly at Bucky. “Me, too.”
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crazyunsexycool · 1 year
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The Sun ☀️, The Moon 🌙 & The Stars ✨
Chapter 6: Sunny Days
Pairing: Sam x Reader, Bucky x Fem Reader, Steve x Fem Reader, Steve x Bucky, Stucky x Fem Reader, Stucky, SamBucky, SamSteve, SamBucky x Reader, SamSteve x Reader.
Word count: 3.1k
Warnings: mentions of past physical abuse towards reader, bad parents, talk of having pups, SAM WILSON he's a warning ok, fluff, kissing, heavy petting cut short.
A/N: Here it finally is, reader's first official date with Sam. I really got stuck on this chapter but I hope you like it.!
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Ch. 5
“I’m sorry darling.” 
“It’s ok Bucky, I get it. You have a job to do.” You say as you play with the star charm on your necklace while keeping your eyes on Jules in the waiting room of the doctor’s office. 
“I’ll make it up to you once I’m back, I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to it. Please be safe.”
“I will, I’ll see you in a couple of days.” He says before hanging up the phone.
You place your phone in the back pocket of your jeans and head back inside just in time to hear your name being called.
“Well Y/N everything is looking good.” The doctor says after removing your cast and having you flex your fingers and move your wrist. “With some physical therapy you should be able to have full use. I'm going to refer you to a physical therapist and prescribe some painkillers. You can expect some swelling to occur as well as some stiffness and pain. If you don’t see any improvement in about 2 weeks please come back. Do you have any questions?”
“No, thank you Dr. Connors.”
“Alright well I’ll be right back.” He exits the room while you sit with Jules in the exam room. 
“So what did Bucky say?” She asks as she eyes you curiously.
“Nothing much. He had to change our plans for Friday night because he was pulled for a mission.” You answer as you look at your newly free hand and flex your fingers.
“Oh, is it hard for you to deal with?”
“No, well I mean kind of. It’s not like we’re bonded but still I miss them.”
“Well you’re true mates so it’s to be expected. You can still create a bond without having their claim marks on you; it's just not as strong.” 
“I guess, there’s just a lot of things I didn’t know and a lot of people didn’t bother to teach me once I didn’t present that I don’t know if I’ll ever catch up. I’m trying though, I’ve been reading articles online and stuff.”
“Well, you have the rest of the day off so how about we grab lunch and then we can go shopping for some essentials.” Jules smiles brightly at you.
“What would I do without you?”
“Let’s never find out.”
After getting your prescription filled and grabbing lunch Jules takes you to some of her favorite stores that sell items specifically for omegas everything from blankets and essential oils to sex toys that could help during a heat. Some of the things Jules went over were important to know and others just sounded ridiculous.
“I’m serious. Everyone thinks alphas are in charge but that’s not true. If you have a good alpha, an omega is always in charge I promise.” 
“If you say so.” 
“You don’t believe me?” 
“Let’s just say I didn’t have good examples growing up and honestly you and Ricky are the first couple that I’ve really been friends with. I don’t have a lot to go on.” You shrug your shoulders before grabbing a blue blanket that reminded you of the color of Steve’s eyes. Jules smiled as she watched you run your hand over the blanket, feeling the softness of the material between your fingers, deciding if you should get it or not before putting it in your basket. 
“Have you thought about suppressants and birth control?” That question has you stopping in the middle of the aisle.
“Suppressants and birth control? I’ve never had to worry about those things before.” 
“Well it’s only something you should consider maybe for when they’re going to be away for a while. You said it yourself that missions could take days or weeks. And of course birth control until you figure out if or when you want pups. But that’s something you have to talk about with your alphas.” 
“Pups?” 
You hadn’t even thought of that and you really hadn’t even thought about the physical aspect of the relationship. Of course you wanted to be with them but at the same time you were worried that your lack of experience would be a turn off for them. It’s not that you’ve never slept with anyone, it's just that it had only been with one person, a beta, shortly after you moved out on your own when you turned 18. 
“What the fuck am I doing dating three alphas? And not only alphas but Avengers. What if I’m not good at being their omega?”
“Hey, It’s ok. There isn’t some cookie cutter way of being an omega. If we have good alphas, which we do, they will let us live freely.” Jules tries to calm you down. “And you don’t have to worry about pups, maybe they’ll want to wait anyway. But you have to talk to them. Remember you’re the omega you’re in control. ” 
“I’m in control.” You repeat to yourself. 
Jules dragged you to more stores. Giving you a rundown of the best pajamas to wear before your heat and she showed you her favorite things that she used for her nest. During all of this there was a little pang of anger and hurt beating in your chest. While you now understood that omegas had a tendency to come together and help each other, all of the things Jules was talking about should have been taught to you by your mother. 
After walking out of the hellhole that was your home when you were 18 you tried not to think about your family. You would like to think that your mother had been forced into that submissive role and that your father was using alpha commands to make her do the things she did but it simply wasn’t true. There had been plenty of nights where you woke up drenched in sweat and tears as the nightmares of your childhood plagued your mind. Memories in which she had willingly taken part in your torment. There was never an ounce of fear or regret when she pulled you out of bed and took you to your father for being an embarrassment to the family by not having a presentation. One of the many things they had taken from you. She would stand there and watch as your father hit you and degraded you and she would even join in sometimes. The longer you were away from the house that held nothing but pain, blood and tears the more you realized that not all alphas were the way your father was. That omegas could be just as fierce and protective over their pups, even more than any alpha. It also meant that they could be just as cruel as alphas and that was the first example you ever had.
“What’s wrong Y/N?” Jules’ soft soothing voice pulls you from your thoughts. You feel her hand on your cheek as she wipes away a tear. 
“I’m sorry. It’s just most of the things you’re telling me I should already know. My mother should have been the one to talk to me about these things.” you shrug. “Emotionally it’s a lot I guess. I wish things would have been different with her at least.” 
Jules hugs you, this was something else she was good at. Knowing when to either say or do something to sooth you. You wondered if you would ever be like that too. 
“Why don’t we go home? I think it’s enough of omega 101 for you.” 
“Ok.” And you let her lead you out of the store and back to her and Ricky’s apartment. It was a good thing since you didn’t want to be alone at the moment. 
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The week had passed faster than you realized. The community center was busier than ever with families running around for the different activities that had been planned. You had gone to your first physical therapy appointment and met with Steve for lunch before he had to go train recruits. Bucky had been able to call during his mission and let you know he was ok although you could hear how tired he really was. Sam had also stopped by the center, asking you out on your first proper date.  
To say you were excited for the date was an understatement. Of course you had spent time with Sam, in fact you had spent more time with Sam than with Steve or Bucky but this was different. He had kept some distance the other times, he didn’t want you to feel like he was too much but in reality it wasn’t enough. This time you would make sure to get as close as possible. He didn’t give you much information about the date other than it would be outside. 
 By 10:00 am you’re dressed and putting on some finishing touches when you hear a knock on your door. His scent reaches you before you even open the door. There’s a smile on your face as you see Sam on the other side. 
“Hi Sunshine.” He says with a smile. His scent is intoxicating, the notes of citrus coming through and reflecting the excitement of finally going on a date. 
“Hi, please come in. I'm almost ready.” 
“These are for you.” 
Sam presents a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a gift bag. His eyes light up as you look between him and the gifts with a shocked expression. 
“Sam you didn’t-”
“I wanted to so you are just going to have to get used to it.” he teases as you grab the flowers and the gift.
“I don’t know if I ever will.” 
You let him in and lead him into the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase. Sam is taking in your apartment, it’s cozy and warm, a smile appears on his face again. Your scent is everywhere of course and he could stay in here forever. He turns to look back at you just as you look into the gift bag, a small gasp leaves your lips. 
“Steve said you liked taking pictures when you went to the fair so I thought you could use this. Do you like it?” 
“Absolutely.” You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. In your hands you held a polaroid camera and in the bag there were some boxes of film. 
“Good. Now are you ready to go?”
You put on your shoes and grab your purse and the camera.
“Yes, I am.” 
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You were ecstatic when Sam pulled up to the venue. It was a not too big music festival focusing on up and coming, and indie artists. With your new favorite band, that you had mentioned to him in passing, playing. Sam had a pleased smirk as he watched you all but sprint out of his car, stopping only to grab his hand and pull him along. Once you’re close enough to the entrance Sam slows down. 
“Give me the camera.” he says and you pull it from your purse and hand it over. The huge festival sign hangs above you. “Ok move over a little to your left… perfect. Smile for me.” He snaps the picture, the camera buzzing as the small rectangle appears on the side. 
“Two more.” You tell him as you grab the camera and take one of him, and then one together. You stand in line to get into the actual festival. Everyone around you was humming or singing and swaying along to the music that was being played through the speakers as the line moved along. Once you finally got in you took in the set up. 
There were booths set up with band merch as well as other items available that took up all of the left side of the area while the right side had food vendors and tables to sit. There were a few hundred people making their way in and some even did a double take as they recognized Sam. There were people handing out flyers for the band line up. As you made your way down you saw small areas that were used by other performers. There was also an area for what you assumed was a meet and greet. The stage itself was at the back. People were rushing to get back there to get a good spot. Sam took charge as he held your hand as he made his way through the crowd, finding a great spot near the front of the stage. He had his hand at the small of your back as he guided you to stand in front of him, so that you could see better and so that he could keep you safe. 
“I can’t believe this is happening.” you say over your shoulder as the lights on the stage begin to come to life. 
“I’m glad you like it.” 
You turn in his arms to look up at him. “Of course I do. This is amazing, thank you Sam.” you give him another kiss on the cheek as he gives you a blinding smile.
“It’s starting,” he says as the first band makes their way on stage. 
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The day went by in a fun filled blur. You and Sam danced, laughed, joked and sang at the top of your lungs. More pictures were taken, you bought some band merch, you had a few drinks and food. Now you found yourself on the other side of the stage where an area had been kept empty so that blankets could be spread out. You sat between Sam’s legs and rested your back against his chest. The sun was setting behind the stage as the next band started their set.
“Are you having fun?” Sam asked as he wrapped his arms around you.
“So much fun, really. Thank you for this.”
“Anything for you, baby.” He says as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You closed your eyes as you tilted your head to the side to give Sam more access. He kissed and nipped along your shoulder and ended where he would mark you as his. The thought alone sent a shiver up your spine which didn’t go unnoticed by the alpha that was currently turning you into putty in his hands. “Does the thought of having my mark excite you sunshine?” He whispered in your ear. 
“Mm-hmm.” You hum as you turn your head to look up at him. Sam kisses your jaw moving to your cheek until his lips meet yours. Your eyes flutter close as he deepens the kiss, tongues fight for dominance and hands roam in an effort to touch as much of each other as possible. When you pull back your both inhaling deeply while smiles appear on your kissed swollen lips. 
“What did I do to get such a great alpha?” 
Sam growls, low and deep in his chest. It sends a jolt down your spine and you squeeze your legs together when you feel slick pool between your thighs. 
“We should get going, before I do something I won’t regret in front of everyone.” He whispers in your ear and you gasp at his admission. Sam gathers all of your things and holds them in one hand while he grabs your free hand with the other. 
Sam kept a hand on you the entire ride back to your apartment. He held your hand or put his hand on your thigh. He would smirk when he looked over to find you already looking at him while biting your bottom lip. If this was you now you really didn’t want to know what a full blown heat was especially around the three of them. 
“We’re here.” Sam’s voice makes you look up at your apartment building. A small pout on your lips as you look back at Sam. “What is it baby?” 
“I don’t know, guess I’m sad today is over.” 
“Me too, but you know I like to visit you at work. You’ll get sick of me real soon.” 
You chuckle. “I doubt it. Especially if you keep smiling at me like that.” 
“Oh really? Is that your weakness, smiles?” 
“Nope, a handsome alpha with a nice smile is,” You lean in closer until you’re leaning over the center console. “Which I think you fit the description perfectly.” Your hand falls on his thigh for some leverage. Sam leans forward, his lips on yours feel like heaven. He wraps his right arm around your waist and in a swift movement he pulls you into his lap. Your arms find their way around his shoulders as you moan into the kiss. Sam’s tongue swirls around yours as his hands make their way to your ass. 
He pulls you closer, causing you to grind yourself against his hardening length. The growl that escapes him as he kisses your neck spurs you on. Sam lets you take the lead as you roll your hips slowly against him but unfortunately in the confined space of the driver’s seat you move too far back and you hit the steering wheel with your ass causing the horn to go off. You both freeze in place, the mood drastically changing in just a second. Your head rests on his shoulder as you begin to laugh and then he joins you. When you pull back you’re hitting your bottom lip trying to stop yourself. Sam’s warm brown eyes sparkle even with how dark it is. 
“You’re trouble.” He teases before placing one more kiss on your neck. “Come on, let’s get you inside.” 
“Ok.” You steal one more quick kiss before getting off of his lap. 
Sam walks you to your door and waits for you to open it. Your sweet scent wafts from the open door and he has to stop himself from going in there and claiming you. 
“Thank you again, for today it was fun.” 
“I’m glad you liked it, Sunshine.” He cups your cheek as you wrap your arms around his neck. Sam gives you another kiss, this time sweet and tender. “I’ll see you Monday ok, Steve and I want to have lunch with you.” 
You smile, “I’d like that.” Your smile falters just a little. “Do you know when Bucky will be back?” 
He shakes his head. “It’s a highly classified mission which means only those that are involved know the details. But I’m sure he’ll be back soon and you’ll get to see him then.” 
“Ok, tell Steve I said hi.” 
“I will, goodnight Sunshine.” 
“Goodnight Sam.” He gave him a chaste kiss on his lips and slipped inside your apartment and locked it.
Ch. 7
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ironstrangle · 7 months
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Kissing Sam Wilson #4 - Kissing Uncles - sambucky (526 words)
@samsseptember prompt - Siblings | Uncle Sam
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“We saw something,” AJ told his mother, his eyes wide. Sarah Wilson was used to such enthusiasm from the boys, but not necessarily this much confusion. Her son looked at her, frowning, but not with displeasure, mostly with curiosity. “Cass and me… we saw Uncle Sam and Bucky…” 
“What were they doing?” Sarah asked, narrowing her eyes. 
She knew that those two were becoming a thing, but she swore, if her son had caught them in an inappropriate moment, she was going to have words with them. She had avoided a lot of that talk as she’d been a single mom for most of the boy’s lives. If she had to deal with it now, on top of everything else…
“They were kissing,” AJ said with a gasp, as if it was something shocking. Thank goodness for the precious world of a child, where a kiss was something scandalous. “Why would they be kissing? I’ve never seen two boys kiss…”
Sarah bit her lip to suppress a smile. Kissing. It was just kissing. Also, small town Louisiana life hadn’t led to her son seeing many queer couples yet, so it wasn’t surprising, just a good learning opportunity. Sam had been out since they were pretty young, but had always been the type to keep quiet unless he was in a relationship, and the boys were far too young to remember Riley.
“Well, you know,” she said, looking at her son with a soft smile. “Some boys prefer to kiss boys and others prefer to kiss girls. Some also don’t have a strong preference either way and will kiss both depending on who they fall in love with.” 
“I heard that before,” her son pointed out. “It just seems weird…Uncle Sam likes Bucky then? Like like-likes?”
“Yeah, I think he like-likes him a lot,” she said honestly. 
The boy took a moment, contemplating that. Then, he surprised his mother by smiling widely. “Hey mom, if adults like each other they get married sometimes, right?” he asked. “Like you and dad were married before he died…” 
“Yeah…” 
Where was this going? She raised an eyebrow, curious.
“Well, if Uncle Sam is kissing Bucky, then they might get married someday,” AJ said matter-of-factly. Sarah couldn’t deny that kind of logic. “You don’t really kiss someone unless you want to marry them, or that’s gross. So, Sam must want to marry Bucky some day.”
“Makes sense,” Sarah said, hiding her smirk.
“Okay.” 
Sarah didn’t think about the conversation much until dinner that night. Sam and Bucky were still working on getting a permanent place in Delacroix and staying with her and the boys until that was done. They were sitting at the table and Sarah was in the middle of setting a tray down when Cass told Bucky he was their new uncle.
“No,” AJ objected. “He will when Sam and Bucky get married. They’re not married yet.”
“But it’s like you said,” Cass argued. “If they were kissing like that, then they have to want to get married. If not, it's gross.”
Sam and Bucky both stared and Sarah couldn’t help laugh hysterically. 
“To be fair, it is gross.” 
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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 years
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Congrats on 300 followers! And I’d be wild for a Sambucky story for #4: "We could practice kissing... if you want."
JULESSSSSSSS 💕 Ooh, what a fanstatic choice, @jules-of-the-crown! I hope you enjoy the drabble! 🥰
Prompt 8: “We could practice kissing... if you want.”
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"This feels like a date," Bucky said into his beer as he felt blush immediately creeping onto his face, down his neck, and past his shirt.
Bucky hadn't thought this through.
He really hadn't.
He hadn't thought about what it would mean to move to Delacroix after the Flag Smasher's incident in New York. He didn't think about what it would be like to spend a few weeks on the Wilson family's couch before Sam had rolled his eyes and invited Bucky to just share his bed, and then what sweet torture it would be to sleep next to Sam in his bed as very good buddies who happen to share a bed now.
Bucky hadn't thought about what it would mean to help Sam weekly with repairs on The Paul & Darlene and the comfortable silence of the few beers they usually had after their work was done.
He hadn't thought about what Sam would look like. Always. All the time. Just this gorgeous fella being smart and snarky and annoyingly funny near Bucky.
Sam now, in his sweat-drenched shirt that Bucky had stretched out a touch, bathed the ethereal glow of a Gulf coast sunset. How his gap-toothed smile made Bucky's heart stutter. How his warm, Reckless Abandon iris eyes made Bucky forget what words were when they turned Bucky's way. And those arms. Those thighs. That chest.
Why was Bucky's serum the imperfect one? Why was it that Stevie could drink everyone under the table, and yet Bucky was still the lightweight he always was?
Two drinks in and Bucky was already a goner. Just hanging on Sam's every word and saying ridiculous things like what he just said.
Why had Bucky said that?
"Not the most romantic date," Sam hummed, sounding amused because of course he was, "We're just doing the weekly repairs."
"Not like I've been on a lot of dates recently," said Bucky with a shrug, "I guess there was that one with Leah, but I don't know. We played Battleship. We exchanged an awkward goodbye hug."
"No kiss?" asked Sam as he took another sip of his own beer.
Bucky should be honest. Sam was his friend. His best friend. Sam would be... kind about it.
"I, um... I haven't kissed anyone," mumbled Bucky into his drink again, wondering if it'd be a good or a bad idea to down this third beer.
Sam blinked.
"... What do you mean by that?" asked Sam slowly.
No judgment. Just. A question. Bucky appreciated that.
"I used to smooch plenty of people back," Bucky explained, "It's just... ever since I woke up from my Winter Soldier programming..."
Sam... nodded.
"That was ten years ago. Almost eleven," Sam pointed out.
Bucky decided, yes, he would like to chug the rest of his third beer.
Sam looked... uncharacteristically nervous. Bucky watched Sam picking at his beer's label, thinking. Bucky was about to say something, make a joke or change the subject, but Sam said, "We could practice kissing... if you want."
"Yes!" blurted Bucky a little too fast, a little too into the idea, but Bucky didn't care, "Let's kiss. Practice. Kissing. Practice kisses. Let's practice kissing."
Bucky had the opportunity to kiss Sam Wilson. He was grabbing the bull by the horns.
Sam, for his part, chuckled a bit, not looking at all dissuaded by Bucky's enthusiasm. Sam placed his beer down before he walked over to Bucky. He framed Bucky's face with his hands, smiling up at Bucky.
"Okay, James. Let's practice kissing," said Sam softly.
Bucky was good at kissing.
He remembered being good. The kind of man who people whispered about, that rare dishes and dreamboats talked about in hidden corners of Brooklyn.
Bucky felt Sam's lips press on his own. Soft. Wonderful.
Muscle memory took over as Bucky pulled Sam close by the waist and dipped him. Bucky deepened his kiss with Sam. He felt the vibrations of Sam groaning in his teeth, the shiver of Sam's body in his bones.
That was Bucky's world. He. And Sam. On a boat. Sam melting into a puddle of moans as Bucky explored his mouth and under his shirt.
Bucky reluctantly moved his mouth away from Sam's, still keeping the fella in that dipped position. Bucky noticed that the sun had gone down.
When had the sun gone down?
"That was," Sam breathed, his mouth kiss swollen, "That was you without practice?"
Bucky smirked. Sam looked annoyed. It was very cute.
"Like riding a bike," Bucky started to say before Sam pulled Bucky's face back down for more kissing.
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Cock Warming - Bucky Barnes Bingo - Y1
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AN: So this ended up being a lot fluffier than it was supposed to be, lol. Massive thanks to @christywantspizza for spitballing the ideas for this with me and beta-ing.
This fits in with my SamBucky Stories 'verse
Series Master list | Main Master list
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Relationship: Sam x Bucky
Word count: 2.4k
CW: Fluff, Undernegotiated kink, Dom Sam Wilson, Sub Bucky Barnes, Sub space, Self-loathing and issues with self-worth, boys in love
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“God damn it!”  Sam winced at Bucky’s exclamation, and also at the way the door bounced off the wall behind him, as he stormed into their room at the new Avengers compound.
“C’mon, Buck. It wasn’t that bad.”
Bucky just let out a grunt and stabbed his knife down into the table. Sam was glad they were here in upstate New York and not at home. Bucky continued to huff as he practically tore his tac jacket off, dropping it on the floor, before striding over to the small fridge in the kitchen area. Pulling the door open, practically yanking it off its hinges - wouldn’t be the first time- he grabbed the carton of juice and brought it to his lips, gulping down the tart liquid and wiping the excess off with the back of his hand. 
Sam, still in his suit, minus the wing pack - ‘cos that shit was heavy - stood, watching.
“I almost fucked up, Sam.”
Bucky moved to the couch and dropped down onto it, elbows resting on his knees and arms dangling between his spread thighs.
“I almost got those civilians killed. Fuck! There were kids in that group, and they almost…”
He dropped his head into his hands, and Sam could tell his mind was going a mile a minute, reliving that horrifying moment over and over. Sam knew Bucky well, knew him well before they got together. Knew that without some kind of intervention he’d get stuck in a spiral of self-doubt and self-destruction. An episode like this hadn’t happened in a while, not since the change in their relationship and Sam was musing over the best way to deal with it. He had a thought, wasn’t sure how it would go, but just maybe…
Shutting the door to their room, he leant the Shield up against the wall, out of the way, before walking over to Bucky.
“Bucky, Sugar, it’s alright. Almost isn’t did. You saved them, baby. They’re all okay.”
Bucky lifted his head and worried at the nails on his right hand with his teeth. Emotions were swirling in the grey depths of his eyes. Sam dropped to a crouch in front of him, taking hold of both his hands, the difference in temperature between them both familiar and odd at the same time.
“You need to get out of your head. I’ve got a plan to help, but I need you to agree. You trust me?”
Bucky’s lips twitched in a small, albeit brief smile.
“Always trust you, Sammy.”
Sam dropped a tender kiss to Bucky’s brow, and tightened his grip on the hands in his own.
“You got a colour for me then. Baby?”
He saw Bucky’s eyes go wide, realisation hitting him, and then a flush started to make its way up the supersoldier’s neck.
“Green, Sammy. I want you to help me.”
“I know. I know. Always so good for me, when I ask.”
Sam leant forwards and kissed him, trying to put all his love and reassurance into it, and taking Bucky’s hurt and vulnerability. It didn’t last too long; Sam had further plans, but it lasted enough to send Bucky just a little bit sweet. Sam pulled Bucky to his feet and then turned around.
“Help me out of my suit, Buck. Nice and steady. No need to rush. Then when you’re done, you’re gonna strip off, tidy the clothes, including your tac jacket over there, back into their proper places and then come and join me in the bathroom, okay?”
No reply. Sam rolled his eyes to himself. Bucky had probably nodded.
“I need words, sweetheart. You gonna do what I’ve asked?”
“Yes, Sam.”
Bucky’s voice was soft and low. That was the voice of James Buchanan Barnes, as opposed to Sgt. Barnes. Sam loved that it was mainly reserved for him, this gentler, sweeter persona. It sent a frisson of warmth up his spine.
Bucky’s hands came to Sam’s back, slowly working the zipper, dragging it down to where it stopped at the swell of Sam’s ass. The only sounds in the room were the two of them breathing and that particular metallic sound of metal teeth unmeshing from each other. Bucky moved round to Sam’s front and eased the suit over Sam’s shoulders in turn, pulling the vibranium fabric off of each toned and muscular arm. Despite the ease of the task, he was putting all his concentration into it, being as delicate and reverent as possible.
When both of Sam’s arms were free, Bucky dropped to his knees so he could push the suit lower, sliding it off Sam’s backside and down his strong thighs. A quick pause, so he could remove Sam’s shoes, and then the suit was over each of Sam’s feet, leaving him only dressed in his long suit undershorts and tight fitting tee. 
Bucky looked up from his position on the floor, and Sam felt his heart jump and heat suffuse his body.
“Help with the rest of it, Buck, then you can tidy up while I get the shower ready.” Sam’s voice was husky, and his heart started to race as Bucky nodded again (Sam let him off this time) and curled his fingers, those fingers that could touch so gently or maim so violently, around the waistband of his shorts and dragged them down.
His blue-grey eyes lingered momentarily on Sam’s cock, which was sporting a half chub, before he stood and pulled Sam’s tee up and over his head, rendering him naked.
“Thank you, Buck.” Sam cupped his boyfriend’s cheek, feeling the scruff tickle his palm, and aware of how Bucky leant into him. 
“Being so good for me, baby. I’ll see you in a few moments. Don’t take too long. We need to get washed up.”
Sam turned away and strode through to the bathroom, a sway to his hips. His Bucky radar let him know he was being stared at, as he went. It wasn’t the ‘murder’ stare though. No, this was the ‘lust’ stare; Sam was familiar with the feeling of both by now.
He left the door to the bathroom ajar as he turned on the shower. There were various jets and heads, and Sam was more than thankful for them, given the state of his muscles after this latest fight. He needed to relax as much as Bucky did and he hoped his plan would allow that for both of them.
Bucky appeared on silent feet. Sam was used to that by now, and luckily, because he was expecting it this time, it didn’t make him jump. 
“Arm off, Buck. I’ll help you clean it properly later.”  
He grasped Bucky’s left arm, to take the weight and stop it from falling to the floor when released, and Bucky brought his right arm up to type in the disengage code. A whirl and a series of fast clicks and vibranium came free from Bucky’s shoulder joint.
Sam placed the prosthetic on the bench and turned back, with a soft smile on his face. He held out his hand, and Bucky placed his right into it, allowing Sam to pull him underneath the spray. Both of them let out moans as the hot water pummelled at their bruises and knots. For a moment, Sam just stood there, Bucky in his arms, as the water caressed them, and cut out the outside world, but as much as he might like to, they couldn’t stay like that forever.  
Easing back, Sam directed Bucky to turn, before plucking the correct shampoo from the shower caddy; he’d accidently used his shampoo on Bucky’s hair once, and it hadn’t gone well. Sam lathered some up in his hands, before setting to massaging Bucky’s scalp, humming a Marvin Gaye tune as he went. Bucky’s body relaxed slightly, making Sam smile. With Bucky’s chestnut locks all soaped up, Sam grabbed the washcloth and shower gel, and started to work on cleansing Bucky’s body. 
When he got to the angry mass of scar tissue on Bucky’s left shoulder he stopped briefly.
“Hard or soft, Sugar?”
Sometimes Bucky needed the shit pummelled out of his shoulder, and sometimes he could barely stand for it to be touched. It was better for both of them if Sam checked each time.
“Hard,” came the choked out reply, and Sam pressed a kiss to the juncture of Bucky’s shoulder and neck before digging into the solid flesh.
Bucky’s head dropped forwards and his right hand closed tight into a fist before reopening again.
“Tell me if it gets too much, okay?”
“Mmm-hmm. Feels good, Sammy.”
After spending a few minutes working the muscles, Sam turned Bucky so that one of the side jets continued to press into that spot. He then set to work cleaning the rest of Bucky’s war weary body. 
He displayed his love without words, soaping and stroking and rinsing, pressing kisses to the larger scars that littered the canvas of Bucky’s skin. Each kiss was an ‘I love you’, a ‘you are wanted’, and by the time Sam got to Bucky’s feet, and looked back up, he was almost certain there were tears in Bucky’s eyes. 
He rose back up, tilting Bucky’s head back and rinsing out the shampoo bubbles, before applying a small amount of conditioner to the ends. He kissed Bucky’s wet, closed eyelids and then gave his own hair and body a wash. The last thing was to wash out Bucky’s conditioner before shutting off the shower and wrapping Bucky in a large, warm towel.
“Still green, baby?”
“Of course, Sammy.”
“Come on then.” 
Towel around their waists, Sam led Bucky back to the lounge. He sat down on the sofa, splayed his legs, causing his towel to fall to the sides, and turned on the TV. Bucky, sensing he was supposed to be doing something, but not sure what, looked down at him, expectantly, his right hand toying with the edge of his towel.
“Kneel down, Sugar. Get yourself all comfortable and rest your head on my thigh.”
Bucky shuffled forwards, moving down as Sam said, and shifted his head, including damp hair, on Sam’s warm skin. Sam placed his hand on Bucky’s head, a gentle weight to help Bucky relax.
“Colour?”
“Still green, Sam.”
“Okay. I want you to take my dick in your mouth and keep me warm while I watch some TV. Don’t suck. You just gotta keep it all nice and warm, alright? Sound good, baby?”
Bucky met Sam’s gaze and let out a small whine.
“Good boy. In your own time, Buck. You can get me hard first if you want to.”
Sam settled back against the cushions and started to surf through the channels, searching for something mind numbing, and trying to ignore his sweet boyfriend between his legs; a near impossible task.
Bucky’s warm breath fanned against the sensitive skin of Sam’s thighs and balls. His cock stirred in anticipation, coming back to the half chub it had had before their shower. Then, Bucky’s hand moved, coming up to take hold of Sam, firmly but gently. Sam’s eyelids fluttered at the familiar touch and he let out a small sigh. This was going to be… well… hard.
Only a few touches later and Sam was fully erect. Bucky lent further forward and gave him a few kitten licks, trying to cover Sam in saliva to make it easier to get as much as possible in his mouth. Sam tried desperately to pay attention to what Abi Shuto was telling Gibbs about the latest naval officer death, as Bucky swallowed him down and then stilled, head resting on Sam’s inner thigh and the breath from his nose tickling the trimmed patch of hair on Sam’s lower abdomen.
Sam stroked Bucky’s hair, running his fingers through the damp locks that were trying to curl slightly as they dried and relaxed into the feeling of Bucky’s mouth around him. Bucky’s always warm body pressed against him, the sound of the two of them breathing the only thing accompanying the television. He was aware that, gradually, Bucky’s breathing slowed, that he was resting more against Sam’s leg than holding himself up. Bucky’s eyes were shut and some drool was escaping, dampening Sam’s balls, but he couldn’t complain. Bucky might not be asleep, but he was quiet and relaxed. Escaping the demons that plagued him, for at least a short time.
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The episode finished and another one played, and Sam finally realised they’d been there about an hour. He moved his hand to Bucky’s cheek, brushing his thumb over the prominent bone, rousing his lover back to reality.
“Hey, Jamie, baby, you good?”
Bucky pulled himself off Sam’s cock, that was back to the half chub stage, and blinked, sleepily. He looked so delicate and sweet, a thousand miles away from the deadly assassin the world thought him to be. Sam took the edge of his towel and wiped at the edges of Bucky’s mouth to remove the bits of drool.
Bucky swallowed heavily.
“Mmm good, Sammy. Sleepy.”
“I know, baby. So good for me. So pretty and sweet.”
Bucky flushed again and Sam felt that familiar thrill ripple through him. He didn’t often get the urge to dom Bucky, but, hell, the man was just so beautiful when he went all submissive; when he allowed himself to be cared for. This was the first time, though, that they’d done something like this, and it felt good. The plan to get Bucky out of his head had worked.
Bucky blinked again, and yawned, looking for all the world like a sleepy kitten, and Sam decided it was probably time for bed.
“Come on, Sugar, let’s get to bed and sleep. If we wake up hungry in a few hours, we’ll sort ourselves out then.
They walked through to the bedroom, hand in hand, discarding their towels to deal with later. Sam helped Bucky into some sleep shorts, grabbed some for himself, steered his sleepy boyfriend into the bed and then climbed in himself.
Bucky cuddled right up to his side, arm thrown over Sam’s waist and holding on tight.
“Love you, Sammy.”
Sam dropped a kiss to the top of his head.
“Love you too, Jamie-baby.”
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abarbaricyalp · 1 year
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For whumptober I’d love to read no 9 “a very noisy night” maybe some multiverse shenanigans in a cave or house that is definitely fucking haunted and everybody has to watch out for each other…getting together/admitting feelings/caving to lust vibes…
Who’s everybody? Sambucky? Sambuckysteve? Sambucky and Joaquín and maybe Nico wasn’t supposed to be there but he is and things finally start to kindle with Joaquín? So many options…
Jules! I love this prompt (and I'd love to see your take on it! 👀) Nico thanks you for trying to move his love life along but he is unfortunately trapped by the narrative and usually his office.
I went possibly a little darker than you might've wanted. TW for body horror, blood, and gore by way of haunted house hallucinations. Samstevebucky with sambucky getting together.
AO3 // Rated M for violence // 12.4k words
Snippet: Haunted
Bucky used the bursts of lightning outside the dusty windows to guide himself back to the grand sitting room he’d left half an hour earlier. “There’s no way out,” he said. “This house is definitely haunted or bewitched or cursed or something. Congrats, Wilson. You walked us right into a trap.”
Sam’s hands stilled against Steve’s leg, where bloodied bandages were half changed. If there was exactly one thing that could drive his focus away from the wound in front of him, it was Bucky trying to start a fight. “You know what, Barnes? It was either come into the freaky house or drown outside while God knows what crawled into all the open bullet holes in your arm.”
Bucky looked down at his own bandages. There were only two holes in his arm and he’d stopped being able to feel them before they’d even seen the house, so he wasn’t particularly concerned with them. Not as much as he was the fact that all the doors and windows in this house kept moving or locking from the other side.
Steve, sprawled across a beautiful couch and half delirious with blood loss and a fever that had broken through his serum, mumbled an objection to the fight brewing in front of him. Something to the effect of ‘behave’ and probably ‘water.’ If there was one thing that could drive Bucky’s focus away from fighting with Sam, it was Steve being hurt.
“I’ll find some damp towels to cool him off,” he said and began his circuit of the house again. The house had multiple stories. Bucky had gotten freaked out after climbing one flight of stairs, so he hadn’t explored the other two (three?) but he assumed they were all the same. Maybe a bedroom became a sitting room, maybe there was an extra Jack-And-Jill, maybe none of it mattered at all because nothing in this awful place was permanent.
If it hadn’t been for the serum and all the work he’d put towards trusting his mind again, Bucky would’ve been content to believe he had misremembered the layout or stepped down a hallway he hadn’t noticed. At first, anyway. But every single room he walked into was different than what he’d seen walking down the wing in the first place. By the time he’d toured the whole house, he hadn’t felt confident in reporting anything back with any kind of finality other than that they were fucked until the front door opened for them.
But he could at least search for towels. There were bathrooms in this place.
For as creepy and haunted as the place was, the rooms were still lovely. Things were covered in dust and most of the lights didn’t work–flickering on when they wanted and snuffing out like a candle a moment later–but the furniture was soft and beautiful, there was a distinct lack of awful creaking in the floorboards, and there seemed to be no peeling or staining or warping of any part of the house. There were no holes for bugs and rats to pour out of. There were no claw marks from demonic forces being ripped into or from the world. There was no mold creeping forward along the walls, no shadowy reaching fingers peeling back the wallpaper. It was just a house that was doing its damndest to keep them inside.
Bucky still wasn’t sure what they’d been fighting. An ambush for sure. Hunting down rogue HYDRA labs was destined to blow up in their faces one of these days. But he had expected more of an explosion and less of a wounded romp through the woods and the rain to a haunted house. He certainly hadn’t expected the magic. Everything about the misadventure had been magic. The sudden storm. The monsters in the water. The house. Everything but the bullets, it seemed.
Bucky knew more about HYDRA and the occult from the 40s than he did from his time as the Winter Soldier. If the occult had remained a priority for fascists, they kept it far from their human weapon. He knew Schimdt had been fucking around with the occult, had called the Cube occult. There’d been rumors of a whole fleet of magic soldiers, scientists who were more like magicians. Supposedly they had raised the devil in Scotland.
Other than Schimdt ripping his face off, Bucky hadn’t seen any of it in action. The Cube had been explained to him through Space-Magic means (which was apparently different than the occult), but he hadn’t seen much of that either anyway. Strange and Maximoff were not occult. Aliens were aliens. Science was science. The word, and all the fear it brought with it, had been edged out in his mind by more pressing threats.
But now they were trapped in a haunted house and who knew how many HYDRA magicians were outside conjuring weird lamprey-like creatures to eat them when they finally got a door unlocked. Bucky was kind of hedging his bets on the haunted house, actually.
And he was hedging his bets on Steve. He had to find some towels to get Steve through his fever. This was very old hat for him. Still, he hadn’t shaken the terror that had clawed at his chest when Sam had said Steve was running hot and getting hotter. “He’s not going to die, is he?” Bucky had asked, sounding for all the world like he was fourteen again, listening to a priest offer Mrs. Rogers condolences after another bout of last rites. He’d been just as frozen to the spot, staring at his best friend and begging for just a little more time.
It had only been Sam’s steady gaze, voice, and touch that had reeled him back in. “No, he’ll be fine,” Sam had assured, like anything else was so far out of the question it was laughable. “But we don’t have time to wait for it to break on its own.”
If Bucky was being honest, he was hedging his bets on Sam too. Sam, who was confident and smart and sure under pressure. If anyone could think them out of this situation while Steve’s body tried to cook his brain again, Sam could do it. His wings were grounded, but that didn’t make Bucky any less sure of him. The wings had never been what made Sam special. They just gave him something extra to work with.
Ugh, God, this house was fucking with Bucky’s head.
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mimisempai · 2 years
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Purrfect just the way we are
Summary:
Just a peaceful morning by the Wilson-Barnes told through Alpine's eyes.
Notes:
I love writing with little Alpine's POV 🥰😻
On AO3
Rating T- 630 words
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Alpine woke up with a yawn, stretched, and seeing that no one was awake in the house yet, she thought she would wake up her two humans.
She got out of her basket and headed for their room. 
As she walked, she played with the little ball that was lying around in the hallway before continuing on her way.  
The door was open, which meant she was allowed to enter.  Sometimes she had to wait in front of the closed door and her humans would make weird little sounds. But they were happy when they opened the door so she supposed she didn't have to worry.
This morning they were sound asleep. 
Sam was curled up in Bucky's arms, his arms around his waist and Bucky's chin resting on Sam's hair.
But Alpine was hungry and she intended to remind them of that. 
She hopped onto the bed on Bucky's side before climbing onto his pillow and nuzzling his ear.
Bucky chuckled softly and said affectionately, "Hey baby girl, already awake?" 
Well, he didn't seem to be upset that she had woken him up. It was going to be easier to convince him to serve her breakfast.
She purred and rubbed her muzzle against Bucky's hair.
Step two, wake up the second human, because if Sam was sleeping in Bucky's arms, Bucky wouldn't move to wake him up.
Alpine trotted over to the bed, and when she got to Sam's side, she began to purr next to his ear.
Bucky, having seen her little antics, chuckled softly, "You little minx."
Bucky kissed Sam's forehead and laughed softly. "Doll I think that little brat wants us to get up."
Sam sighed, "Alpine?"
Alpine put on the cutest look she knew and gave a soft meow.
Sam sneered, "It's crazy how much she looks like you when she wants something."
"Hey!" protested Bucky.
Alpine too was a little offended that Sam would dare to compare her to Bucky. She was much cuter than her first human.
Sam kissed Bucky's pouting mouth, who was no longer pouting as Sam backed away. He was about to lean into Sam when...
"Meow!"
Alpine was hungry and wanted her breakfast.
Her two humans began to laugh.
Bucky stood up, followed by Sam who took Alpine in his arms.
She purred again as he scratched her head and Sam mouthed, "Just like Bucky."
When they arrived in the kitchen, Bucky was finishing filling her bowl with kibble and placed it on the floor, "Here you go sweetie."
For a while she savored her kibble, not paying much attention to her humans and what they were doing. 
When she looked up from her bowl, she saw that they were face to face over their breakfast and chatting, holding hands.
She loved watching these moments between her humans, because her first human was smiling in a way she had never seen him smile before they moved in with her second human. She loved her second human because he was the one who put that smile on her first human's face.
Alpine noticed that their voices were getting lower, then Sam stood up and came to sit astride Bucky's lap, putting his arms around his neck.
Alpine knew when she could disturb them and when she shouldn't.
It was one of those times when she had to leave without being noticed.
She had finished her kibble anyway.
She headed for the living room and when she turned around, she saw her two humans kissing rather passionately.
She sighed with contentment, she was going to be able to take a nap for an hour or two in her basket.
She climbed into her basket, rolled into a ball and closed her eyes. 
She could sleep peacefully, her two humans were happy.
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Still not beta'd
Still not my native language
Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰
Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝
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samwilsonsimp · 3 years
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bucky changing his shirt with his back to sam and sam can see his back and torso.littered with bruises and old injuries from when he was the winter soldier , and instead of pointing it out because he knows bucky would shut down about it , and he doesn't wanna bring it up , they go mattress shopping the next day because sam complains that hes the one who needs a more comfortable one .
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fireheartwraith · 3 years
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Welp
I just bawled my eyes out for fifty minutes
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nilesfreeman · 5 years
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the soft way Bucky looks at Sam at the funeral...catch me crying
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wenellyb · 3 years
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Is Sambucky Canon or Not?
TL;DR: Yes, it is
I've seen some people saying that they only see friendship between Sam and Bucky, and I can understand that. Because depending on your education, the environment you grew up and the kind of media you’re usually exposed to, you will have a different interpretation of different situations, in real life or in TV. Just let me insert a short story before I dive into the Sambucky topic:
My best friend's uncle is in his fifties and has been living with his roommate (a man) for more than 10 years. They lived together, went on holidays together but officially were just roommates. My best friend wondered if they were a couple, but never talked about it to her parents because it wasn't her business. Two years ago, they decided to come out and get married. My best friend's parents and his parents were genuinely surprised, they were not expecting that, at all, not even a little bit. Let me tell you that it didn’t even cross their mind that it was a possibility, at all. For them, it had always just been two men who had decided to live together because they were single. And preferred to have a roommate rather than living alone.
What I want to say with this story is that people will see what they want to see, or what they're used to see, or what they were raised to see. It’s human.
What I mean is that you will have different perception of a same event, depending on your own circumstances. And I think the writers of TFATWS were counting on that a little bit when it came to Sam and Bucky’s relationship. They obviously didn't want to make some big announcement or big love declaration.
And yes, of course, I have my own circumstances as well, influencing the way I see things. I have shipped SamBucky since Civil War, when they were supposedly enemies. I never expected anything to happen between them on screen. But then they got a show together and I was so so happy about it but I didn't expect anything other than friendship between them.
I was perfectly fine with that because a show was already more than enough: my man Sam Wilson was becoming Captain America, the show was great, the characters were great, their interactions were great, and this wasn't a love story anyway but a superhero show. I thought that here was no way the showrunners would ever go there. I changed my mind after episode 5. I tried to stay objective, but it was clear to me that the writers were hinting at a relationship that went beyond friendship between Sam and Bucky. In some of my previous posts, I explained that there are some scenes and writing choices that make absolutely no sense if you read them as a scene between two friends. I can link them if anyone’s interested.
Side note: I would like to know if one person on this website can tell me what was up with Bucky's behavior with Torres (in episode 5)? What other explanation is there, if not jealousy? It's a scene they chose to keep, so it was probably written this way, there must be a reason. Please I’m begging someone explain it to me. I'm genuinely asking, because otherwise that scene alone is canon Sambucky.
After episode 5, I was convinced they would make Sambucky canon, one way or the other and I started speculating about the ways they could do it. What I said was that if they did make Sambucky canon, they would do it in a very subtle way, in order not to make it too obvious because that’s generally how Marvel movies deal with love stories. And also because they wouldn’t want to scare away their homophobic audience ( I guess Disney needs their money...who knows)
So here are the scenes of how I imagined SamBucky becoming canon and the comparison with reality:
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- What I thought we could get : AJ and Cass calling Bucky "Uncle Bucky" - What we got: AJ and Cass running up to Bucky and playing with him. This point is interesting because it’s also related to the point I made about how the environment you grew up in influences your perception of things. I grew up in a big family and I know that, at least in my family, kids don't run up to an adult like that just because it's their uncle’s friend or just because he's nice... There's a real bond there. They haven't seen Bucky just that one time when he slept on the couch. They're obviously close. But some people might just see this as kids being kids. Also, if you watch at how the kids were fake punching him, they were really coordinated with Bucky. They have done this plenty of times. 2.
What I thought we could see: A non-explicit scene where we were supposed to draw our own conclusions. I thought they could show us Bucky staying over for the night, and the last scene would be an empty couch, meaning we would have to understand that Bucky slept in Sam's room this time.
-What we got: Bucky arriving in Sam's car ( A few people on Tumblr pointed out that it was the car Sam was driving in episode 1) So here again we have a scene that a lot of people will not notice. But they still chose to put it there. 3.
What I thought could happen: Sam asking Bucky to stay in Delacroix
What we got: Bucky wrapping things up in New York, as if he was leaving the city for good and coming to Sam's party as if he already knew everyone there. You can read my take on this here. 4. What I thought could happen: The scene in the trailer where we see them looking in the same direction and then we get a shot from very far away where they're holding hands but it’s not so obvious because they are being filmed from a disctance. -What we got: The scene in trailer and then a blurry shot of Sam holding Bucky and then fondling with his neck to find the best spot to rest his hand on. So none of the scenes I was imagining happened exactly like I had imagined, but it felt like all of them happened but in a different versions, which is still crazy to me. If it had been only one scene. I could probably understand the people who see them as just friends. Actually, I still do understand the people who see them as just friends, because everyone has their own interpretation. What I am saying is that they are NOT being portrayed as just friends. There are TOO many scenes in the 6 episodes for it to be a coincidence. One or 2 would be ok but friendship doesn’t explain everything:
The therapy scene (not the therapy scene itself since it was improvised) but the therapist saying she had heard a lot about Sam and wanting them to do a couples’ therapy
Bucky following Sam no matter what
Sam saying ok as soon as Bucky says "do it for me"
Sam asking "what about Bucky?"
Bucky starting to touch Sam whenever he has the chance
Bucky being the one to bringing the suit for Sam
The boat repairing montage
Bucky wanting to stay at Sam's place, when a hotel room would have been more comfortable than a couch
The second day of boat repair in closed quarters with an intense staring scene.
And there are so many other scenes, soft touches, looks,...
These writing choices are not a coincidence, it’s not involuntary, and it’s not fan service ( Fan service is the roll in the flower field scene, or the therapy session). This is them telling a story.
Let’s not even talk about the scenes in Endgame:
Sam comforting bucky at Tony’s funeral
Sam looking up to Bucky for approval before accepting the shield from Steve.
So yes, Sam and Bucky are canon in the sense that Peter and Gamora were canon in the first movie, or Wanda and Vision were canon in Captain Civil War. Meaning that there was no big moment, kiss or anything, but the show is consistently throwing elements clearly showing Sam and Bucky as a romantic item and hinting at a lot more than friendship between them.
It is normal that some people have a different opinion. Because it is extremely rare, in big productions like this to have two male leads with romantic feelings towards each other, so not a lot people who see it will interpret it as such (I don't think it ever happened). You’ll see what you’re used to seeing.
I guess it also depends on what you expect from a love story. For me, the storyline between the characters, their scenes, their chemistry, the way their feelings towards each other are described, are the most important. The kiss scene is just there as a bonus, but I don't need it when the love story is told perfectly. If you’re used to seeing love stories with many kissing scenes, that’s what you will be expecting to see in most love stories.
If you're only used to seeing male friendships in superhero or action movies. The 1000th time you see men interacting in that type of movie or show, you are more likely to assume it is a friendship and nothing more, no matter how many codes and tropes usually associated with romantic movies, the writers and show makers are using.
Add to that the conviction that Disney would never approve Sambucky in a million years, and there you go, I can understand the people who see only friendship.
But, just think about it, if we had the same show, same scenes, same dialogues, but minus the action scenes and the project was being marketed as an Indie movie, would you think they were just friends or a blossoming couple?
If you read Sambucky’s relationship like a friendship: some scenes don't make sense. If you read it like a developing romantic relationship: it all makes sense. "When you hear hoofs, think horse, not zebra" If a writer or a film director chooses a last scene with a romantic setting and the two leads are staring at a sunset, smiling repeatedly at each other and then walking away together with one of them touching the other's neck, with a love song in the background, maybe friendship isn't the first thought they had in mind.
Some people may say “I see them as just friends” and other people may say “ I see them as lovers” and both are fine, because people have different perceptions, and that’s ok.
What I am saying is this post is that the show and the writers are portraying them as more than just friends, they’re portraying them as two characters who are romantically involved.
Perceive what you want but that’s how they are being presented in the show.
Bucky’s therapist said that the exercise she gave them was for couples who want to figure out what kind of life they want to build together. Then, the show ends with Sam and Bucky, staring at a sunset together, looking in the same direction.
“Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction. “  - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
What else do you need???
This show had more romance than half of the Marvel projects out there. Not every love story needs a kiss (for now...)
We'll see in their next projects which direction the writers want to go with this. But since it was said that the writer on the movie is the same as the writer from episode 5, there's no doubt in my mind that we'll keep seeing this dynamic. I don't think they would have made the same choices if this had been a movie. But I won't complain that we got this. I hope they keep this going even if it stays subtle like in the show. Just hope they will add one explicit scene where one of the characters acknowledges their relationship. But even if we only ever get this show, it’s already a great love story. Let me know what you guys think and sorry for the typos and grammar mistakes, I was tired when I wrote the last part. I hope it still makes sense!
If you think they're only being portrayed as friends let me know why! I would also like to know about the way you see this!
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Feels Like Home | SamBucky | General Audiences | 842 Words
A/N: For @sambuckylibrary SamBucky Summer Bingo. Square fill: Coming Out
It was funny how belonging, and home, was not necessarily linked to a place, but a person. As if home was linked more to the family you had instead of a house you all resided in. Bucky had not had a home in so long – in a whole lifetime, actually, but he wanted that. He yearned for it. Dreamed of it.
So, he had packed up his belongings to leave the city that used to be his home so that he could be with his new family. He was ready to take that leap, to put one foot in front of the other on that journey, but there was one more thing he needed to do.
“I been thinkin’ about you a lot lately,” said Bucky as he stood awkwardly out under the paling Brooklyn sun. “I guess things come back to me in flashes, y’know? Memories. Regrets. All the words I wished I hadda said. I just – I need to say this. I just need to get this out and off my chest, so please don’t stop me.”
A melancholic smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He ran his hand over his hair, smoothing it down, and calming his nerves all at once.
“So, I’m not sure if you know, but I’m leavin’ town. And no, it ain’t like last time. I ain’t goin’ off to fight. I’m not putting my life on the line. I think I’ve finally found some — I dunno — some peace. I know, with what I’ve been through and with what I’ve done, the secrets I’ve kept; it sounds almost laughable, almost seems unfair.”
A cool breeze swept up around Bucky as he took a deep, calming breath. 
“Speaking of secrets,” Bucky continued as he placed his hands in his pockets. “I’m tryin’ not to do those anymore. I met someone who makes me wanna be open and honest. And they really don’t judge me for what I’ve done and the secrets I’ve held inside.”
He let out a wry laugh and said, “I’ve held so much so close to my chest I felt like I couldn’t breathe, y’know?”
He removed one hand and rubbed it over his face.
“But I met Sam, and he just makes everything bearable. He makes me feel like I can breathe. He’s just so — Sam.”
Bucky smiled with joy, then. He removed both hands and gestured with them as he continued to speak.
“I know that doesn’t explain much to you, but if you knew him it’d make perfect sense. He’s the bravest, most selfless man. He’s got this sorta tough exterior, but he’s all soft and warm on the inside. He’s a charmer and a looker to boot. Funny and hilarious and probably the most annoying person I know.”
Bucky laughed at that. 
“He’s also the kindest person I know. He’s a real hero.”
Silence pervaded a beat.
“Did I mention he’s a looker?” asked Bucky as he dipped his head a little. “He’s beautiful, actually.”
He paused a moment, letting more silence settle around him. He thought of Sam and his smile. He thought of how being with Sam felt like home. He continued to speak.
“I don’t know how else to say this, so I’ll just come out and say it: I’m so sweet on Sam Wilson. Didn’t think I’d ever get the chance, or the guts, to stand in front of the both of you and say that I was sweet on another fella. Wish I’d gotten to tell you both earlier.”
Bucky felt a pang in his chest as his eyes glossed over.
“I think you’d have liked him,” Bucky continued. “He would’ve charmed you, Ma. And you’d see how good he is, Dad. You’d both see how happy he makes me, and you’d be happy for me. I know it. It took finding Sam to figure out who I really am. After all of the fighting — fighting other people. Fighting myself and who I was — who I am. I can finally let myself be happy with him.”
Bucky wiped a tear from his eye, reached into his coat, and retrieved two separate flowers. He placed one single flower down on his mother’s grave, and then the other to his father’s.
“I’m leavin’ now,” said Bucky as he crouched down and ran a hand over his Ma’s name etched into the cold stone. “Don’t know when I’ll be back to visit. Delacroix is a lil’ faraway. Sam and I have a place. We’re gonna give this whole bein’ partners thing a good go.”
Bucky stood up and dipped his head once again.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you both when you were still here,” he said as a tear rolled down his face. “That I liked fellas, too. Not sure I’d even know what to say. I just know I love Sam, and I’m sure if you both knew him, you’d love him, too.”
With that, Bucky said goodbye to his parents and walked away, wearing a sad smile and carrying a heart so full of hope and love.
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The Arrangement (2)
Pairing: Carol Danvers x Female reader (Modern AU)
Word Count: 1.4k words
Warning: mob au, canon sambucky, carol is dangerous, some sexual themes, Carol is lowkey dark, more like soft dark, no use of y/n
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By the time Carol woke up, you were already gone. Usually, a single voice was enough to disturb her slumber, but when last night she returned after the hit to find you peacefully sleeping in her bed, Carol smiled. You looked so in place — like you belonged in her bed. And when the bed dipped under her weight, you exhaled, scowling a bit at the disturbance.  Carol's arm found its way around your form — not only did you lean into her, but you also relaxed in her hold. A satisfied sigh left your lips by the comfort she provided. Carol couldn't believe it — she had just killed a man — an innocent man even, and you held her like you trusted her with your life — as if her hands around you weren't capable of hurting a soul. Maybe you did, or maybe you were just asleep. But for one night, Carol let herself imagine. She imagined a life with you — coming home to you — going on dates with you — sleeping with you night after night as you held her just like you held her now. 
It wasn't a surprise that you were no show when she woke up. It wasn't her first time bringing a woman back to her place. Usually, it was her pushing them out, but this was different — with you, she let her guard down it wasn’t just fucking with you — it was so much stronger and deeper than that. She sighed as she rolled over to your side, inhaling quietly to feel the remnants of your fragrance on the bed. She could still feel you there, and she felt like a loser because she found comfort in a vacant space.
Groaning, Carol stood up and started to get ready for the day. After a cold shower where her hand roamed to her cunt a few times as she thought about you and the pretty noises you made, Carol made her way to the bedroom to collect her watch from the side table, and that's when she saw it. A note.
She prayed to whatever superior power existed that the note was from you —your number, maybe. God, what she would give to have you in her arms again. She didn't just want you in her bed, she wanted you in her life. If she could meet you again — this time, she would do it the proper way. Carol would take you out for a nice dinner, get to know you and then bring you back to her place. But that was all just wistful thinking. 
When she opened the note, she was met with the words she had said to you the previous night. Your handwriting mimicking her words.
“Who would keep your secret better than a stranger?”
You signed your name, and Carol felt her heart crack a little. She was disappointed. Honestly, you going to the cops were the least of her concerns. She knew you wouldn't rat her out. She trusted you — more than you could trust a stranger you meet in a bar. Of course, some part of her mind was scared that you would tell someone, but she was sure she could handle that. 
As her day went by, her thoughts never stopped wandering to you. She busied herself with work and meetings until there was no time to think of you. 
***
“It was a pleasure doing business with you,” Sam Wilson shook hands with Carol as his husband nodded at her thankfully. 
“We're going to this new club downtown to celebrate our win against Rumlow - thanks to you. Would you like to join us?”
In hopes of staying distracted, so she wouldn't think of you, Carol agreed. 
The club was pretty nice — Carol would have enjoyed it here more if her hand were wrapped around your waist. It was owned by someone in the business. Sam told her about the owner as they entered, but she was too busy scanning the area to pay attention to his words. She didn't know what or whom she was looking for. 
Well, that was a lie. She knew who she was looking for. You. She was looking for you, and it was stupid for her to expect you here. The smart part of her brain told her that you wouldn't be here — you wouldn’t be at one of the most expensive clubs in the city when you told her you were struggling financially. But that didn't stop Carol's eyes from scanning the area and noticing a little too hard whenever she saw someone with the same hair as you.
 It was never you, though. 
“You're expecting someone?” Sam asked, and Carol brought her attention back to the men seated in front of her. Back to Sam and Bucky. It was Bucky's voice that brought her attention back to the table, or the lack thereof. She realized that in all her time that she had known them, she had never actually heard him speak. Carol looked at him with wonder, and Sam cleared his throat. 
“Can we order something if you're done ogling my husband,” Sam scoffed. 
Carol looked at him unbelieving, taken aback by his reaction. It took a second for her to console and control her thoughts. And after eyeing both the men sitting across from her. She spoke in understanding, “What, no. I'm not -" 
She exhaled loudly, well, as loudly as she could in a club full of patrons. She didn't know what to say. Furthermore, she wasn't checking out Bucky, and she didn't want Sam to get that thought — it would ruin their partnership. So, after collecting her mind, she finally contented. And the word that came out of her mouth was your name. 
Both of them looked at her quizzically, waiting for her to elaborate, but then suddenly, Bucky spoke. 
“That sounds like a dame's name.”
If her thoughts weren't consumed by you, Carol would have reacted differently to hearing Bucky's voice for the first time. 
“She is,” Carol supplied, “A beautiful dame too.”
“Then what's the problem?” Sam asked. 
“The problem is I can't get her out of my mind, and I really need to.”
Bucky looked at her with bewilderment written across his face. He knew this feeling all too well — liking someone too much, but not being able to convey it to them. He looked at Sam, taking his husband’s hand in his as he continued. “If you really like this person, then just talk to her — tell them how you feel.”
Sam chortled, quirking a brow as he looked at Bucky. Sam wanted to say something, but he shook his head as if reliving a moment in his life. 
Carol, oblivious to their inside joke, exhaled loudly. She felt it would be better not to bring you —  her perfect angel — into her terrifying and horrible life. She wanted to avoid dragging you with her down the pothole she had created for herself. The only thing she knew was that you deserved so much better than Carol.
She looked around and spotted a blonde and decided, “You know what, I prefer not to talk about her. I’m going to take that girl over there my place and forget about her.” 
Both Sam and Bucky breathed out disappointedly - they hated the conclusion Carol jumped on to, ignoring their advice. Before any of them could even talk Carol out of her stupid idea, she was already on her feet, making her way towards the girl she pointed at before.
***
“Fuck, baby!” the blonde whispered as Carol inserted another finger inside Charlie? Shirley? the blonde’s cunt. Carol couldn’t even remember her name. She tried — she tried very hard, but the only name she could think of was yours. As the girl on her bed grew louder, Carol thought of you — of how pretty you looked when she was knuckles deep inside you — the beautiful noises you made whenever you were close — how you begged her for permission to let you come.
And as the girl on her bed, reached her high — Carol also reached a conclusion: She wanted—no, she needed you. Only you. And she would do anything to get you back.
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TAGS:  @bubblespeare @bananapipedreams​  @step-intoyour-power
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Our biggest adventure yet
(Knights!SamBucky x Princess!reader)
Summary: You are to marry a member of the royal family, but your heart belongs only to your two knights.
Warnings: arranged marriage
Words: 1.2k
Divider by @firefly-graphics​
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Heavy clouds obscure the moon as you glance out your chamber's window. It's gotten cold tonight, slightly windy too and you worry tomorrow will not be as dreamy as everyone expects.
You read the messy note in your hand, the paper soft and crinkly from the dozens of times you've folded and unfolded it since just this morning.
Be ready at midnight, is all it says.
Bucky slipped it in your palm as you were heading towards the dining hall to join the royal family for breakfast. You have no idea what this note is about and all day long you had no chance to ask him, what with all the maids fussing around you, preparing you.
Tomorrow is your wedding day. As the only daughter of this land's rightful Lord, you have to marry if you want to maintain your status. You had no say in this or the choice of husband, for that matter. The man who ended up being chosen for you - you despise him. He has no respect for you and only cares for your good name and whatever is left of your heritage.
You'd rather die than be bound to him for the rest of a miserable life.
Especially that your heart... it already belongs to someone else.
Two someones, actually.
James Barnes and Samuel Wilson have been your personal guards since you've been brought to your future husband's palace. They were to keep you safe and, most importantly, keep you from running away from your fate.
Admittedly, they scared you the first time they were presented to you. Both so tall and built of powerful muscle, that just being in their presence made you feel meek and tiny, crushing all hope of ever being allowed some personal freedom. But as days went by and you spent more time with your guards than ever with your betrothed, you realised there was more to them than just strength. 
It was curious questions and soft voices. It was stolen glances and hidden smiles. Then there were shy, gentle fingertips and secret trips to the nearby woods in the middle of the night, where no one would catch you tasting each other's lips for the first time.
During one of his drunken rants, your betrothed mockingly mentioned that being your guards was actually a punishment for Sam and Bucky. Before, they were high ranking knights in the royal castle. You didn't know any details, but he said it was punishment for insubordination.
Oh, if only he knew just how insubordinate those two men were.
Every night, in your private bed, with you.
You gave yourself to them freely and happily, they treated you like someone precious. They made you feel loved and loving them gave you more joy than anything else in life. You constantly wished that you found yourself in some magical reality, where your relationship wouldn't have to be hidden away like a dirty, shameful secret. You always wished you could simply be with them - happy and in love.
When the huge, old clock on the wall strikes midnight, you're standing in the middle of your chamber, dressed in your most comfortable riding attire. Your thickest cloak tight over your shoulders and a small bag with your most cherished possessions and some money is hidden under the thick black fabric.
Even if you don’t exactly know what your knights have in mind, you know them well enough to guess and your heart is close to exploding from hope that they will take you away from this place.
The clock barely manages to finish its eleventh ring when the door to your chamber is pushed open as quietly as possible. As the room is bathed in near complete darkness - no moonlight and no candles or fireplace are lit - you can just barely make out the figure that slips inside.
His dark cloak and the hood pulled over his head make him look like just another shadow, his footsteps are quiet and expertly avoid every creaking floorboard, but you can tell by his movements alone that this is none other but your beloved Sam.
He breathes your name in a whisper of affection and his glove covered palms cut your face once he's with you. The leather of his gloves is smooth and warm, comforting and familiar. It reminds you of all the late night adventures you've shared.
Sam quickly glances down to assess your attire, then nods with approval.
"Are you ready, my love?" 
"Where are we going?" Your palms cover his own and you search for answers in his eyes, which in the darkness appear black and hide the truth from you way too easily. Still, Sam smiles when he leans his forehead to yours.
"Do you trust me, Y/N?"
"Yes, I trust you both." You answer without hesitation, just like you kiss his lips without a second thought. He returns your kiss, but only shortly.
Sam pulls away and his hands move to grasp your own.
"Then trust me when I say - you will love it."
His kind smile is infectious and you struggle to stop imitating it as you follow him out in the empty halls. You follow Sam's every step, cautious not to make much noise. Even if it seems like there's no one around, you cannot risk either of you being caught.
"We must be quiet." Sam whispers at the top of the stairs used by the palace's maids. The steps creak and groan under your boots, but no one seems to be around to hear it.
You wonder where your third is. Once your feet are back on the ground, you ask quietly "Where's Bucky?"
Sam shushes you and extends an arm in front of you to push you back against the wall as a few maids head to the quarters. They don't notice you, too busy exchanging the day's gossip. Sam waits until the women can no longer be heard, then motions for you to follow him.
"Bucky is waiting outside."
Soon, you're in the big kitchen in the lowest level of the house and Sam is pushing the door open to reveal a figure in a long black cloak. You gasp quietly, but calm again when it turns out to be your second beloved. Bucky smiles at you and takes you in his arms when you approach, his slightly cold lips immediately landing on your forehead.
Behind him, Falcon and Winter, the knights' loyal horses are prepared for the journey, waiting for their masters. Sam busies himself for only a moment, checking everything is in place, then in one smooth movement, he climbs in the saddle.
The gracefulness even in his most simple moments never fails to mesmerise you.
"Are you ready, princess?" Bucky murmurs, his lips only just skimming over your temple.
"For what?" You can't help but smile again, wide and happy, because you can almost feel it on the tip of your tongue.
"Our biggest adventure yet."
Sam extends a hand to help you climb onto the horse with him, one of his strong arms wrapping over your middle securely. You lean back and tilt your head so you can kiss him, his lips warm and soft against yours.
"Let's go." Bucky says from next to you, already on top of Winter, before he pulls a hood over his head. 
The two of you do the same and follow him to an old back gate opening to the forest behind the palace where all your previous adventures took place. 
But now it leads the three of you towards a life of your own.
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Beautiful Disaster
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A/N: whilst I work on the final instalment of A Place on Earth and the next instalment of An Artist and an Engineer, I thought I’d do some cross posting of some of my AO3 fics.
Find my master list here
This work is part one of my SamBucky Series and also part of my Musical Marvel series, and is inspired by the track Beautiful Disaster by Kelly Clarkson.
Anyway, on with the story, which is NOT suitable for minors.
Pairing: Samuel Wilson/ Bucky Barnes, post TFATWS.
Word count: 5.5-6k
CW: Required unrequited love, idiots in love, domesticity, cuddling, Bucky Barnes recovering, memories of torture, Bucky being a tease, getting together, explicit smut, oral sex, unprotected anal sex, ass eating, mirror sex, boys in love, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Sam Wilson, implied switching.
The night was peaceful. A light breeze blew gently through the slightly cracked window, warm and soft. It brought with it the sounds of cicadas chirping and water lapping gently against the boats on the dock. Sam lay sprawled out across his bed, snoring softly. He, Bucky and Torres had spent the last two day in Utah of all places, dealing a group of religious zealots who somehow, and ironically, got hold of some advanced weaponry and were using them to try and force the surrounding towns to accept a ‘simpler’ way of life. They’d started with typical Sam Wilson brand diplomacy, but had had to end using Bucky Barnes brand diplomacy….his fist…
Sam and Bucky had got back to their apartment on the outskirts of New Orleans late, and after shedding their tac gear had mumbled goodnights at each other before retreating to their own rooms to crash out.
In the wake of the Flag Smashers incident and Sam officially taking on the mantle of Captain America, Bucky had finally returned to his Brooklyn apartment. And then two weeks later he was back on Sarah’s couch, due to a combination of another mission Sam needed him for and Bucky really having no other close friends and needing some company. He’d admitted that second one exceedingly begrudgingly and when Sam had started to make some kind of sarcastic comment he’d received a clip to the back of his head from Sarah. But after the fifth visit in three months Sarah had sat the pair of them down and basically strong-armed them into looking for an apartment to share.
“Sam, as much as I have loved you being back here, with all of your gear, then endless meetings with Joaquin and Bucky, plus the boys getting bigger and wanting to have their friends round, I’m feeling crowded in. Then Bucky, and I love you Bucky, is here all the time. Wouldn’t it just be easier for you two to get a place, and you can have a special room for all your weapons, and can easily stay up until God knows what time ‘debriefing’ without worrying about waking the boys.”
Sam had had to agree that it did make sense. And Bucky admitted that it was mainly nostalgia and a need for some familiarity that had made him settle in Brooklyn and there wasn’t really anything tying him there. So a month later he and Sam had made a further transition in their relationship from co-workers to room-mates.
A blood-curdling scream tore through the air, leaving it jagged and raw at the edges. It ripped Sam from his slumber, and had him instinctively reaching for the handgun he kept under the edge of the mattress as he sat up. Stalking towards his door, gun at the ready, he tried to concentrate on what his ears were telling him in the late night gloom. A loud thump sounded out, and he pinpointed it as coming from the far end of the corridor, where Bucky’s room was. Sam let himself relax slightly – either a potential home invader had made the worst mistake of his life by breaking into the former Winter Soldier’s room, or Bucky was having a nightmare. Part of him actually hoped it was the former. He always felt bad when Bucky had a rough night.
Easing his door open, glad that he had replaced and oiled the hinges when they had moved in, he moved almost silently down the hallway. Bucky’s door was slightly ajar, as usual. He had admitted to Sam that closed doors made him nervous, and despite the fact that his room was obviously significantly larger than the cryo-tube HYDRA had kept him in, feelings of claustrophobia still remained. His need to make an easy escape overrode the feeling of security a shut door provided.
Another cry broke the air, not as loud or terrifying as that first one, but it was enough for Sam to confirm that it was in fact Bucky having nightmare. He peered through the gap in the door, the nightlight casting a soft blue glow across the room, and the smart speaker still pumping out the white noise Bucky relied on to help him get some modicum of sleep. The man himself was lying curled up on the bed, chest bare and the thin sheet wrapped around his legs like tentacles. He shifted, his left arm thrashing out at some invisible foe.
“No! No! Get off me! No! Can’t take me!”
His tormented cries were like a punch to Sam’s gut. Seeing and hearing this never got easier. Sam took half a step away from the door to turn on the hallway light, then moved back to the door and opened it further, allowing more light to filter into Bucky’s room. He stepped through, but didn’t yet approach the bed. He’d made that mistake once and had almost ended up with a vibranium fist to his face.
“Bucky, man. It’s okay. It’s just a bad dream.” Sam spoke softly but clearly, trying to gently break through into his friend’s subconscious. Bucky whimpered and curled further in on himself. Sam placed his gun on the bookshelf that stood by the door, before taking a step forward.
“It’s me, Buck. It’ll be alright. You just need to wake up. Can you do that for me man? You’re safe now, perfectly safe…” He continued to keep up a litany of gentle phrases as he got closer, step by slow step. At some point Sam realised that Bucky’s breathing had changed and that his eyes were now open; he was now awake, but still really disorientated.
Having now reached the bed Sam leant forward. “I’m just gonna untangle this sheet Bucky, okay.” A small nod was his friend’s only response. As the tight knot of cotton eased from around Bucky’s legs he began to relax.
“Can I sit?” Another nod, so Sam perched on the edge of the bed, near Bucky’s feet.
“Wanna talk about it?” Bucky stilled, as he considered it, before taking a couple of deep breaths.
“Sometimes, when I…the Asset…didn’t complete a job to the handler’s satisfaction, they would punish me before sending my back to cryo. They had a large tank, they’d make me get in, shackle my legs to bottom, and then start to fill it with cold water. They’d bind my wrists together – if I tried to get my left arm free I’d end up doing a lot of damage to the right.”
Bucky lay on the bed, still curled, eyes staring across the room at the shaft of yellow light from the hallway spilling though his door.
“They’d fill it until it just broke over my mouth and nose. I could see the surface but not quite be able to reach it. The shackles would pull me down, and my lungs would start to burn. I would start to drown, and then, just before I’d stop breathing, they’d evacuate the water and I would drop, spluttering to the bottom of the tank, coughing up water from my lungs. And from there, they would take me back to the ‘tube’.”
“Jesus, Bucky. I don’t know how, but every time you tell me something else I get even angrier about what those sick fucks did to you….that’s just extreme” He ran a hand down his face before looking back at Bucky, who had a small, wry smile on his face.
“Glad I can still make you angry, Wilson…”
“You’re such an arse.” Sam peered over his shoulder at the bedside clock, the red numbers stark despite the blue glow.
“There’s still a long time until morning. Think you can get back to sleep?”
Bucky was silent for a few moments again, thinking loudly. Then he spoke, his voice low and nervous.
“Would…would you stay? Please?”
“Sure man, no problem. But I ain’t being the little spoon.” Sam’s heart thumped loud in his chest when Bucky smiled again.
“Aww, I knew you loved me.” Sam got up and moved around the bed to get in behind Bucky.
“Shut-up man, and go back to sleep.”
“You’re the best Sam…” Bucky let out sleepily. “But I’ll never admit it in public…”
Sam felt Bucky relax next to him, his breathing indicating that he had fallen back into a deep sleep fairly quickly. Sam was relieved. During the day Sam could ignore some of the feelings that swirled with in him when he was with Bucky, or thought about Bucky. But there was no hiding from his thoughts in the dark of the night.
This wasn’t the first time he had leant comfort to his friend in this way. And despite how his own heart lurched, he knew that he was helpless to deny him anything that could help him feel better. Because Bucky saw himself as damned, and maybe he was. But when he was asleep like this, Sam would allow himself to close the distance, and despite his protestations to the contrary in the morning, consciously wrap his arm around Bucky’s waist and pull him tight, and bask in the heaven that threatened to overwhelm him.
Could he save Bucky? That’s what Sam wondered as he tried to get back to sleep. Could he help repair this broken man without ruining himself in the process? Shuri had done what she could with the physical and a lot of the mental damage. But, as he knew himself, there was no magical fix for PTSD. Since they’d moved in together, Sam hadn’t had one of his own nightmares, and he wondered how Bucky would react when he did. What would happen if they both had nightmares on the same night? Well, they’d cross that bridge when they came to it.
Eventually Sam drifted off to the sound of the white noise machine combined with the sound of Bucky’s steady breath, and the feeling of Bucky’s warm, muscular body close up against his. It was a bittersweet feeling, as he knew that if he woke up before Bucky he would remove himself as swiftly as possible, and if Bucky woke before him, he would blame their position on his instinctive need for warmth from the human radiator next to him.
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Sam had noticed a change to Bucky over the last few weeks. They’d been living together for about 10 weeks now. The season was changing, and Sam had decided that this would be his last opportunity this year to invite Sarah, Cass and AJ up for a cookout. Bucky was being almost uncharacteristically helpful. Not to say he was still a complete grumpy Gus, he did his bit around the house, a model room-mate, but as soon as Sam had mentioned about his sister and the boys visiting he had gone out of his way to assist in the preparations. So the change in behaviour was more evident today, but it wasn’t the first time.
“Sam….,” he turned as Bucky walked into their living room. “I was thinking that if Sarah wanted to stay over, so she could enjoy a few beers, the boys could have my room, Sarah can have the sofa and I’ll just sleep on the floor of the office for the night.”
“Buck, you don’t have to sleep on the floor. You could bunk in with me….” he tailed off as he saw Bucky raise an eyebrow. Shit, is he gonna think I’m being weird? “Or….or…you have the sofa and one of the boys bunks with me and the other with Sarah in your room.”
Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I suppose that could work. But I’m more than happy if the boys would prefer to share with each other than either you or Sarah.” He strode across the open plan space to the kitchen area and turned Sam’s grocery list to look down at it.
“So you got everything down on here? Want me to go out and pick it all up so you can sort out everything that still needs doing?”
“You trying to get out of cleaning the bathroom Barnes?”
“Yup!” He popped the ‘p’ at the end of the world and grinned. Fuck, he’s beautiful! To cover-up his swirling thoughts he flipped Bucky off, causing the latter to let out a full belly laugh.
“Go on then Buck, get! But get the right brand of coleslaw or Sarah will be bitchin’ about it the whole evening.”
Bucky pushed away from the counter, grabbing the list, folding it and sliding it into his back pocket. Then in two strides he was next to Sam. Very close next to Sam.
“You need anything else from me Sammy?” His voice was low and breathy in Sam’s ear. Sam felt a lurch in his body and he wasn’t sure if it was his heart, his dick or both. He quickly put space between them, moving to the cupboard where they kept all the cleaning supplies.
“Um….no…I think it’s all on the list. If I think of anything else I’ll text you.” Then he exited with an armful of buckets and bleach, trying his damnedest not to look like he was scurrying. He swore he heard a small chuckle accompany the scrape of keys being retrieved from the side before he heard the sound of the door shutting behind Bucky.
What was Bucky after? Was all his excessive helpfulness Bucky flirting? Dare Sam even hope there is something on Bucky’s side? Was Bucky in fact as much of a disaster as Sam himself felt? Tripping and tip-toing around his feelings. They’d shared so much together, crying, laughing, fighting. They had such a great partnership going at the moment. Was it worth jeopardising it? Would a relationship between them actually work, or would it blow up in their faces. Sam sighed as he scrubbed the bathroom floor, lost in thoughts about the most beautiful enemy-come-friend of a friend-come-co-worker-come-room-mate he’d ever had.
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“Come on Uncle Sam!” Cass wheedled. “Tell us about how you met Uncle Bucky again.” Sam rolled his eyes, but caught his sister’s look that told him that he didn’t really have a choice but to indulge his nephews. They’d heard this story before, but it never failed to get them all excited. Bucky was stood over by the grill, keeping an eye on the burgers and steaks, sipping a beer. He shot Sam a smile, his way of saying he was happy for the tale to be told again.
“Okay, it was 2014, like way, way back in the day. I’d just met the most annoying patriot ever. Kept lapping me whilst I was jogging around the park in DC. Then he and his super-secret assassin friend got some intel on a different super-secret assassin. Guy would appear in one place, take someone out and then disappear again, as if by magic, poof!” The boys chuckled.
“And that wasn’t the strangest thing, na-ah. Cos apparently this guy had been taking people out, high profile people, across the globe for over 50 years. Nat said he was like some kind of myth, but she’d met him, tried to stop him….” Sam tailed off, realising that talking about all the people Bucky had killed whilst brain-washed was probably not the best thing to do….
“Anyway, I got dragged in to searching for this guy by my new best buddy, and the next thing I know I’m driving along in my truck, that I’d just paid off, when a fu…flipping cyborg lands on my hood, punches through the windshield and just rips the steering wheel right out.” Sam leaned to the side to see around the boys.
“And I still ain’t forgiven him!”
Bucky smirked as he sauntered over to the small patio table where Sam was sat with Sarah, the boys kneeling up, like puppies eager for a treat. He clapped a hand on Sam’s shoulder and gave it a very gentle squeeze.
“Aawww, is that how you thank me Wilson? You’ve been dining out on that story for over 10 years now. I reckon if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t have had so many free lunches….”
“You know full well, that it wasn’t 10 years for us, as we spent 5 of those in limbo…”
Their verbal sparring was interrupted by Sarah.
“My god, you two remind me of Ma and Pa with your bickering. Sheesh. Now Sam, stop being all bitter about something that happened so long ago. And Bucky, get back to that grill, I’m starving.”
Bucky shot Sarah his patented Barnes smile. “Sure thing Sarah.” He swaggered back to the grill and all Sam could do was to try not to look at his ass and hips as they swung and wish that he’d been on the receiving end of the smile, not Sarah. Cos hell, the last thing he needed was to be jealous of his own sister. Giving himself a mental shake he turned his attention back to this nephews.
“What you gotta remember,” and his tone was more sombre now, “is that behind that apparent magic, behind that myth, was a real man. A man who suffered in the most tragic way. A man, who had his freewill removed from him, who had his very soul damaged by cruel, power hungry tyrants.” His eyes moved up and locked with Bucky’s over the grill. “A man who I am proud to call my friend, and who I hope you are proud to call your Uncle.”
Bucky pulled his eyes away first, turning his attention back to the grill, but Sam kept his eyes on him for a few seconds more.
“Now, boys, I need your help to get some things from inside. I bet by the time we come out Buck will have those burgers all done for you.”
As he hustled the boys into the kitchen and loaded them up with buns and sauces and coleslaw, Sam mused about Bucky and his recovery. Whilst he’d had time in Wakanda, prior to Thanos and the blip, that had been mostly solitary, away from all the reminders of what had occurred, what he’d done whilst under the influence of HYDRA. After they had had their heart to heart about him actually making amends, Sam couldn’t help but think that he had helped change the way Bucky approached his recovery. And he knew it would be hard for the families of his victims not to blame him, but nothing Bucky could do would change that. All Bucky could do is hold on tight, to his friends, his morals, to his newly growing sense of self-worth.
The boys scurried out the door to deposit the armfuls of accoutrements on the patio table. There was some squealing to be heard and Sam rolled his eyes as he closed the fridge. Standing up, the hairs on the back of his neck rose and he quickly turned around to find Bucky stood right in front of him. His right hand came down to lean on the counter to the left of Sam, partially trapping him in. Sam could feel his pulse racing and his eyes flicked up and were caught in Bucky’s stare. Bucky was leaning forward slightly, getting closer and closer, his plump lips twitching up into a sultry little smile and dear god, all the blood in Sam’s body rushed south…..
“Buck…….” A mechanical whirring indicated movement of Bucky left arm as he reached up…..and opened the cupboard to the side of Sam’s head, plucking out the shaker of peri-peri salt. His small smile split into a wide grin.
“Think the steaks need just a pinch more seasoning. You’d best hurry up in here Sammy, don’t want to miss them.” And with that he turned on his heel and swaggered, yes swaggered back out, shouting out “Found it!”
Sam sagged against the counter and let out a breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding. What…the …actual…fuck…? Did that just happen? Did I imagine that? Once again Bucky had managed to tilt him off his axis. What was Bucky trying to do?
“Hey Sam!” He jerked himself upright as the yell from his sister. “What you doing lolly-gagging inside? Get your ass back out here, I need your help before the boys eat everything and cover the place in ketchup.”
“Hold your horses Sarah, I’m coming!” And with a shake of his head, he picked up the jar of pickles he’s retrieved from the fridge and headed back out to the rest of them.
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What was he going to do about Bucky? Or more precisely, what was he going to do about his feelings for Bucky? Because he couldn’t deny it any more. He was head over heels in love. It had crept up slowly over the last few months, but that’s what it was.
After his previous relationships, especially…..Riley….he hadn’t wanted to feel this out of control about someone again. He’d wanted something….more…logical…something that felt more grounded. But every time he saw Bucky laugh, with his nephews, at some stupid sitcom that sent him into a fit of hysterics, he felt that idea slip further away, pulled under by the beauty that was James Buchannan Barnes. And now he was waiting for a miracle; either something more was going to happen or these feeling were going to go away. Either way, he had to remain Bucky’s friend. He just hoped he didn’t have to wait too long.
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He should have known that it would be a mission that tipped the scales. In Sam’s eyes it had gone well. They’d caught the bad guys and neither they nor Torres was badly hurt. Win-win. But of course, Bucky didn’t see it like that.
“Sam, you need to be more careful!” Bucky was shouting at him as they got back to the apartment. Sam pulled his goggles off the top of his head where he’d pushed them, and threw them haphazardly onto the coffee table.
“Look, Bucky, I’m sorry you feel this way, but I can’t just hang around in the background. Out of the way, all nice and safe and cosy. You got me this suit, have faith that it will protect me.” He turned his back to Bucky, pulling at his gloves and tossing them in the direction of his goggles so he could start work on his zipper.
“You gone quiet Buck? That’d be a first. But I can still feel you staring.” He felt a grunt from close behind him. No, that wasn’t right. He heard the grunt, and felt the breath tickle the back of his neck. He spun on his heel and came face to face, no lip to lips with Bucky. It was only a fraction of a second before he took a step back, but his eyes widened and he felt his skin warm in a way that wasn’t caused the exertion of the fight. He looked at Bucky, and oh lord, his eyes. Sam had only a moment to draw in a ragged breath before Bucky closed the small gap again, placed his hands on either side of Sam’s face and kissed him right back. But this was no small accidental peck, this was fire and hunger and desire.
And Sam couldn’t help himself. His resolve was gone, stripped away by the dichotomy of both warmth and coolness bracketing his face, the scent of Bucky filling his lungs, and, dear lord, those lips! Those lips he’d fantasied about, pressing against his own, moving, coaxing him to open. He sagged forward, his fingers looping into the straps of Bucky’s tack jacket to hold himself up as he sighed and opened his mouth to let Bucky in. A reciprocal noise of want vibrated into him and he felt that cool hand slide down his side and round to the small of his back, pressing them further together. Sam couldn’t hold back a louder moan as he felt his hardness rub against Bucky’s.
Then those sultry lips were leaving his and trailing a path around his jaw and towards his pulse point. His hips jerked involuntarily and a hoarse “Fuck…..” was drawn from his throat. He isn’t really sure how they get out of their gear. He knows they helped each other, he knows there was some ungainly hopping from foot to foot, but somehow they were both down to their underwear and, oh god, Bucky was kissing him and kissing him, and steering him to walk backwards Sam’s room (it’s closer). They tumbled down onto the bed and Bucky was pressing kisses over Sam’s collar bone and pecs, running his right hand over his abs, and all Sam could do was weave his fingers into the slightly longer hair on the top of Bucky’s head to stop himself from floating away. It took a moment to realise that Bucky had stopped kissing him and had mumbled something.
“Hmmmm?” Yeah, eloquent Wilson….
“I asked, top or bottom? Didn’t want to assume.” That smile! His eyes never left Sam’s as he peppered small kisses across his stomach.
“I’m adaptable, but at this moment feel free to assume away.”
“Glad to hear it doll, because all I currently want is to rail you down into this mattress until all you remember is my name.” He kissed along the edge of Sam boxers, over his hip bone and Sam writhed on the sheets. He was a mess and Bucky hadn’t even…okay, now he was removing his boxers. Sam arched and cried out, hands fisting the sheets as Bucky licked a stripe up his hard length. Then the bastard chuckled and did it again!
“Buck, I swear to god, I……” If Sam already thought his brain had turned to mush it practically liquefied when Bucky’s mouth engulfed him. Nothing was coherent anymore, his entire world narrowed down to where Bucky’s fingers gripped his hips and those pillowy lips slid down his length, and dear lord, the man didn’t appear to have a gag reflex….and….and…then the bastard pulled off and Sam couldn’t help the needy whine that came out of him. A whine that morphed into another moan as Bucky fucking man-handled him, flipped him over and pulled his hips up so he was on his knees.
“Need to taste more of you Sammy.”
Sam tried to protest. “Buck, I’m all sweaty after the fight.”
“Don’t care!” came the gruff response. Sam felt his legs being firmly pulled apart and looking down the bed he could see Bucky lying on his back and then he pulled Sam down onto hi god damn face…..and….
“Fuckfuckfuck!”
Now, Sam Wilson was no stranger to the pleasure that is being eaten out, but it felt as though he’d been struck by lightning. Bucky’s scruff rubbed deliciously against his inner thighs, his nose was pressed against his taint and Sam actually had to bite down a giggle at the thought that his balls were basically resting on Bucky’s closed eyes. But what was overwhelming was Bucky’s tongue. It swirled and pushed against Sam’s tight hole. The slurping sounds were obscene, but in this precise moment it did things to Sam. His arms were shaking so much he just collapsed down so his shoulders were taking his weight. Bucky’s fingers dug into the meat of his ass, holding him in place as he moaned and whimpered unconsciously. His dick was so hard he thought it was going to burst.
“Oh god, Buck….ah ahh!” Bucky lifted Sam’s hips up and slid out from underneath him. He curled himself over Sam, left arm around his waist and right slowly rubbing up and down Sam’s right thigh. He pressed kisses across Sam’s shoulder blades and followed those up with small bites.
“You taste so good, Sammy.” The words of praise purred into his ear and he shivered. Bucky nipped the lobe of his left ear.
“Know you’re gonna feel good too. Be a doll, and open that top drawer for me.” Sam didn’t want to know how Bucky knew where he kept his lube, maybe it was just a good guess, but he flailed out, somewhat uncoordinated, until his fingers curled around the familiar bottle. Bucky eased himself back up onto his knees, and plucked the bottle from Sam’s hand.
A click of the cap and the vibranium arm was back around Sam’s waist as the now slick fingers of Bucky’s right hand rubbed gently around his spit glistened hole. They both moaned as one finger breached him and Bucky began to gently pump it in and out until he was pressed in as far as possible. By the time Bucky had fully added a second finger Sam was starting to thrust back onto the intrusion. And when the third thick finger finally made its way in he was a whining, needy mess. If he hadn’t been so far gone he’d have been embarrassed with himself, but the filthy praise coming from Bucky’s mouth had him so distracted he hadn’t been able to get anywhere near coherent thought since this all started.
“So good for me Sam. God, you’re just hungry for anything I can give you, huh? Ready for my cock now doll?” Sam nodded his head into the mattress, but he felt metal fingers tangle in the short strands of his hair and Bucky pulled his head up.
“I need words, baby. Need to know you’re here with me….”
“Bucky…..please…..” The words came out as a strangled whisper. Bucky continued a slow pump of his fingers, curling them slightly as explored Sam’s walls with his soft touch.
“Please what, sweetheart?” Now the bastard was deliberately teasing him.
“Please….need you….need you in me….”
“I am in you, Sammy…..” Bucky pressed deeper and sparks shot through him.
“You’re such a bastard….please, need your dick…”
“Well you only had to ask.” He pressed a kiss to Sam’s shoulder as he slowly removed his fingers, and Sam shivered at the loss. He let go of Sam’s hair, and moved his hand to rest on the base of his spine. A click of a bottle cap and the unmistakable sound of lube being slicked over a cock pierced Sam’s mind, before his hands started to curl into the sheets so hard he thought he’d rip them, as finally, he felt Bucky begin to push his way inside.
“Uh, Sam, so tight, so perfect. Made for me….” He sounded as though he was about to come apart already.
The intrusion was slow but steady, and once again, they cried out together as Bucky’s groin came flush with Sam’s ass. Both arms wrapped around Sam this time, pulling him up so his back was pressed to Bucky’s chest. Their bodies were now as close together as they could possibly be.
Sam felt Bucky gasp and his eyes fluttered open.
“What is it?”
“Look at us, Sammy, look.” Sam turned his head and realised what Bucky was going on about. He forced his eyes to refocus as he took in the sight of the two of them reflected in his bedroom mirror, his dark skin pressed right up against, and contrasting with, Bucky’s pale, milky skin. Their eyes met in the reflection, and Sam couldn’t get over the lustful darkness he saw in Bucky’s.
“Buck, you’re so beautiful.”
“So are you sweetheart. God, how we look together. And I’m gonna make it even better. Keep watching doll.” His right hand slid gently down over Sam’s ribs and abs until he had a firm grip on Sam’s cock that was tipped red and leaking slowly. He slowly pulled his hips back, both of them hissing at the sensation. And then he started in earnest, fucking into Sam with a gentle brutality, his hand moving in time up and down Sam’s cocks, and his metal fingers splayed against Sam’s stomach, holding him in place.
Sam couldn’t draw his eyes away from where they were joined, Bucky fat, pale cock disappearing into him, the slightly less pale hand sliding up and down his own length. His head rolled back to rest on Bucky’s shoulder. His whole body felt like it was about to fly apart. He twined the fingers of his left hand with Bucky’s across his middle, and his right arm slid up to grasp at the back of Bucky’s neck. He couldn’t get enough.
“Bucky, please, kiss me.” They turned their heads to meet and then it was just perfection. Bucky’s tongue in his mouth, Bucky’s dick in his ass and Bucky’s hand rhythmically stripping his dick. His hips were even snapping back to meet him.
Their lips broke apart, but their cheeks were still pressed together.
“You close, Sammy? Wanna see you as you come.” Sam nodded, his cheek catching on Bucky’s stubble.
“Almost there, god, so good Buck, I…I….” It was almost more than he could take, but then his body shuddered in bliss, his half open eyes taking in the sight of his cum shooting across the bed in thick spurts.
“Ah, doll, god, squeezing my dick, gonna take it all outta me, shit, Sam.” Bucky’s thrusts slowed down and Sam could feel him swell, and then Bucky was crying out as he released inside him.
Sam collapsed forwards as Bucky rolled to the side. Sam turned his head to face him, and smiled.
“Hi…”
Bucky grinned back and brushed the back of his knuckles down Sam’s cheek.
“Hi, yourself…” He leaned over and pressed his lips to Sam’s. “We good?”
“Bucky, I hope we’re good, because that was…that was…the best sex I’ve had in a long time.” His eyes searched Bucky’s and then realised something. “You’re blushing!” God the man was so beautiful.
“Fuck, Sam. It’s just, jeez, I’ve just wanted that, or something like that for so long. And I don’t want us to fuck up our friendship…and…and…”
Sam surged across the bed, taking Bucky’s face in his hands and kissing him hard.
“Ain’t going anywhere, and we ain’t gonna fuck this up. I won’t let us. Never get enough of you, Buck. Even when I don’t think I can take any more, it still won’t be enough. You got that? I think I love you, okay? But, please can you tell me, what do you want from this?”
Bucky nodded, a small tear slipping down his face, but he was smiling again.
“Think I love you too Sam. And I want us to be like this, together, you and me. Partners on and off the field.” His smile returned, reaching up to his eyes. “Now what were you saying earlier about being ‘adaptable’?”
Sam pulled back and threw a pillow at him.
“My god, I’m in a relationship with a complete horn-dog. I might be ‘adaptable’, but one, I’m a normal human male so I need a bit of recovery time and two, I’m still gross from the mission and now more gross because of what we just did. So I’m off to the shower.”
He pushed himself out of the bed and strutted towards the door, completely unashamed of his nakedness, of the evidence of their coupling that was slowly working its way down his leg. He stopped in the doorway and turned to look over his shoulder.
“You coming?” he asked, but before Bucky could answer he was speeding off down the hall. Bucky gave him until the count of five before racing after him.
This wasn’t going to be a disaster, it was gonna be beautiful.
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sarcasticassian · 3 years
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making a list for myself of my sambucky fics so they’re all in one place in case I somehow lose them all, hopefully I remember to add to this as I write more lmao
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a,b,c easy as 1,2,3 - Bucky had never minded sitting in alphabetical order at school, until Sam Wilson arrived. (High school AU)
twenty four hour dining, a modern marvel - Sam is used to having to bail Steve out of jail, this time is different though. (AU where Steve doesn’t go back in time but Sam still has the shield but honestly doesn’t focus on either much)
the sun and the moon - a soft early morning with Sam, Bucky and the sun.
just a touch of your love - five times someone noticed that Sam and Bucky like to touch each other a lot OR Sam and Bucky like to be close.
a fool in love with you - Sam and Bucky kissing in the rain
the runaway groom - Sam realises he doesn’t want to get married and Bucky comes to the rescue
save a horse, ride a cowboy - Sam picks up a cowboy at the bar and you can guess what happens next
just a notion - five times Bucky noticed someone's crush on Sam and one time he did something about it
the one I adore - ‘You wanna do me the honour of a dance, sunshine? I saved the last one for you.’ 
make my wish come true - Bucky gets Sam a Christmas present and it ends in a love confession and a present of his own
santa baby - Sam and Sarah take AJ and Cass to meet Santa and I think we all know who might be under that fake beard
nothing but my feelings - sambucky fake dating because it truly is a god tier trope
baby just say yes - five times an Avenger proposed to Sam + one time he said yes
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