#….til Steve calls him a baby and he has to prove him wrong

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Ponyboy would read about one freak accident and think it would happen to him.

[bottoms-movie]

SAMBUCKY FIC RECS

so a lot of people seemed interested this so here it is! if ya’ll like this, i can make more parts! this is split into three categories: based on tfatws, canon divergence, and au. all fics are on ao3. all of the fics are complete. some fics do include smut, but i included the ratings, so make sure to check for that based on preferences!

also, feel free to send me asks on your thoughts on any fics or if you’re interested in another sambucky fic rec post!

BASED ON TFATWS

Fill the Hole in my Heart | Not Rated | 4,848 words

Bucky dives into the world of online dating. The girls are nice, but there seems to be something missing. When he goes to Louisiana to meet Sam and his family, he realizes what that something was.

Skip, Reverse | Explicit | 7,945 words

Sam stood in the middle of their local Target with a throw pillow in each hand. The one in his left hand was butter-soft and matched the drapes in the living room, but Bucky had walked by five seconds ago and declared the one on the right “absolutely fucking hideous,” and so now Sam kind of wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything.

Sometimes romance is just bickering with your superhero partner/roommate at several different Target locations.

just won’t do right | General | 7,524 words

Sam's eyebrows go up, impressed, and he reaches over to squeeze Torres' shoulder, "This is amazing, kid. Thanks, really."

Bucky sits and watches in utter horror as the pink darkens on Torres' cheeks.

Oh, he realizes. Oh. Fuck.

body language will do the trick | Explicit | 12,598 words

“There’s no way you’re going to win this,” Bucky tells Sam. “I am going to love language the shit out of you.”

Sam gives him a considering look. “You do seem like you’d be really good at that.”

Bucky’s cheeks flush with heat. “Thanks, pal, I—”

Sam smirks, and Bucky’s eyes narrow. He shoves his elbow into Sam’s side and stalks off, leaving Sam cackling behind him.

“Your ass looks great today!” Sam yells.

Bucky reaches up to flip Sam the bird, and he definitely does not feel grateful that he wore his good jeans today. Bucky’s ass looks great every day.

checklist | General | 4,716 words

Bucky Barnes keeps a mental checklist of things he knows to be true at any given moment. Sometimes the checklist changes, because he's learned something else about himself. It changes, for example, when he starts realizing that maybe he would like to kiss Sam Wilson. Maybe.

best laid plans | 3 parts | 26,808 words

part 1: baby you’re the wave and I’m ready for the crash | Explicit | 6,616 words

Nah, my plan’s better,” Sam declares, before clapping Bucky on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry, what plan? Was that a plan? It didn’t sound like a plan to me, it sounded like a vague intention,” says Bucky, still scowling, and Sam grins.

“We’re winging it, the plan is a work in progress! Now c’mon, we gotta make some wardrobe adjustments if we’re gonna get into that club.”

Sam and Bucky have some unorthodox methods of going undercover in a club.

He Doesn’t Deserve You! | Teen | 5,154 words

Sam and Bucky have an argument that results in Bucky being left at the bar. A group of drunk strangers assumes Bucky just got dumped and quickly adopt him for the night to make him feel better.

Reconstitution | Not Rated | 10,228 words

“I didn’t back Steve on the Sokovia Accords,” Sam says unprompted one day. They’re so close to apprehending the Flagsmashers and wrapping up this ridiculous saga.

“I don’t follow,” Bucky says.

“I was the one who refused to sign it first. Not Steve.”

Sam says it so softly that Bucky has to strain to hear him. Sam is loud and chatty and half the time he keeps up a constant stream of chatter just to get on Bucky’s nerves, but Bucky’s coming to realize that when he really wants to make himself heard, he’s soft spoken and mild. Bucky doesn’t entirely follow his train of thought, though.

Or: a breaking down, remaking, and coming back stronger than ever before

Stuck On You (You Suez, You Luez) | Explicit | 10,136 words

Sam and Bucky’s mission was simple: stowaway on a ship suspected of weapons-smuggling in the Suez, gather enough intel to report back, and hop off again in Port Said. Something gets in the way, and a day-long recon session turns into a week of chess, bickering, semi-successful movie references, and trying not to go slowly insane.

His Touch | Mature | 1,006 words

When Baron Zemo touched Bucky’s face, Sam Wilson saw red.

Bucky just wants Sam to comfort him.

rusted | Teen | 2,358 words

Bucky doesn’t grace him with a sound of acknowledgement. He’s been quiet, ever since that night with Zemo. Well. Quieter. It’s almost like. Every time he opens his mouth, he’s half-expecting the Winter Soldier to come out.

He hasn’t, yet. Won’t, ever again. Not unbidden. Sam’s sure of that. Bucky, not so much.

‘You busy?’

‘’m scouring the—’

‘Good,’ Sam cuts the idiot off, ‘I need you to help me shave.’

advanced therapy methods for large adult men | 2 parts | 11,717 words

part 1: The Gottman Method for Dealing with Conflict | Mature | 4,187 words

Bucky and Dr. Raynor have a follow-up session and two entirely different conversations about his relationship status.

Or: Let's do more couples therapy, James.

it’s always Bucky’s Fault | 3 parts | 20,089 words

part 1: Did you see it? | Explicit | 3,905 words

In which there's supposedly a viral video of the Winter Soldier on his knees sucking off Captain America.

Everything is, like always, completely Bucky's fault.

CANON DIVERGENCE

Even in the Present (I Am Living in the Past) | Teen | 16,977 words

Sometimes Sam still questions everything about his ability to shoulder the 80-year legacy he now bears. His history, and the history of his loss, sticks with him and even in healing he doubts whether or not he is able to fulfil his purpose, and whether he may find lasting peace and happiness.

Told in fluid-fragments, the story moves between his therapy sessions after his return from active duty and the post-Endgame present.

You never forget your first | Teen | 3,650 words

The story of Bucky and Sam getting together in a series of firsts.

leftovers | Mature | 19,249 words

With the New Avengers up and running, Sam finally has time to start dating again. Unfortunately, it's not going as well as he'd hoped.

Partners | Explicit | 7,235 words

Sam's not sure if he can be Captain America. He's not a supersoldier. He can't throw the shield. He's just a dude.

And Bucky Barnes is just a nuisance, albeit a pretty good-looking one.

I’ll explain everything to the geese | Explicit | 50,949 words

Bucky is so competent that it hurts my feelings is not a rational complaint to have about a person, and yet, after a year of being Captain America and partnering up with Bucky for the new and improved, post-Blip Avengers, that’s kinda how Sam’s feeling.

It’s not great. It maybe leads to Sam making some rash, ill-advised decisions like claiming he has a previously undisclosed superpower, and then getting caught in a web of lies when he ends up actually developing that surprisingly inconvenient superpower. Talking to birds had seemed like a harmless superpower, but it turns out that birds have a lot of opinions, and they don’t hesitate to tell Sam about them, especially when it comes to his supposedly subpar courting skills. Which is ridiculous, because Sam isn’t courting Bucky. Right?

Night Swimming | Teen | 2,056 words

“Come on. The princess has a new arm for you and I gotta see if there’s a barber around here willing to tackle your…” Sam waved a hand at Bucky’s face.

“I don’t want a new arm,” Bucky immediately bit out.

And then -

“I can cut my own damn hair.”

Sam just raised both eyebrows. Crossed his arms over his chest again.

Dared Bucky to prove him wrong.

AU

Cpvert Coffee & Flirtation Specialist | General | 5,542 words

The reporter says "—for Captain America to—"

And Bucky rolls his eyes. "Oh, here we go."

Sam looks at him then tips his head sideways, got a weird grin on his face. "Not a fan?"

"Not that. Just… the guy seems too good to be true, right? Wings and a shield?? Come on."

"Uh, is that why your eyes are like glued to the screen whenever he's on?" Kate says. "Is that why you call him Captain Tight Ass?"

"He's a goddamn show-off, and you know it. Tight ass or not."

Just then Sam snorts, real loud, grabs his coffee and suffers a horribly controlled laugh on his way out the door.

Stolen Moments | Teen | 98,767 words

“No,” Sam said, chuckling. “I don’t cheat,” he swept his gaze up and down James’ body, “even with guys who look like you. But, I’m bored and a little pissed, so if you wanna sit here and shoot the shit ‘til my man shows back up, I’m game.”

Never one to back to back down from a challenge - especially a challenge who looked like Sam Wilson - Bucky took another swig from his bottle and replied, “Sure, doll. I’ve got nothing but time.”

Steve has Sam. Bucky wants Sam. Sam wasn’t expecting any of this.

Such a Whirlwind Since I Saw You | Teen | 10,871 words

The Men of Letters turned Bucky Barnes into a weapon. Hunters Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanov are determined to save him, but they're going to need Sam Wilson's help.

“So you want me to ditch work, drive across America with you until you find your friend, who you thought was dead - all while avoiding some high-tech hunters who are out for blood?” Sam is asking.

Steve shrugs a shoulder, looking a little sheepish. Natasha almost laughs at the dry tone of Sam’s voice, but he's not wrong.

You Got What I Need? | Explicit | 37,588 words

Sam and Bucky are both in a bind, professionally. Nat points out a solution that neither men like. To save their careers they play along or rather, stop playing all together.

[skullrock]

the switch - Steve x Reader

gif by @harringtown​

pairing: Steve x fem!Reader

summary: Some parts of King Steve never left. Therefore, you decide to eradicate Steve’s brattiness. 

warnings: smut!!, sub!Steve, swearing 

word count: 4.1k

a/n: wanna give a special thx to the catsluts @harrington-ofhawkins​ @comedy-witch​ @harringtown​ @sourapplebaby​ for helping me form ideas for this!! hope yall enjoy

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There were some parts of King Steve, you think, that never truly left him. He could be extra confident, or too obsessed with his looks, or think that he was the best at xyz. What drove you crazy about Steve, though, was his insistence that he could be nothing but a dom.

“There’s no way a girl could ever dom me,” he says one day, sitting at your desk as you laid on your bed.

“Good for you,” you reply. “We weren’t talking about that, but, alright.”

“I’m just saying,” he continues, leaning back, a sliver of his torso exposed as his shirt rides up. “I’m the dom. I would never be a sub.”

You sit up, putting your magazine down. Your eyes narrow. “What’s wrong, Steve? Something bothering you?”

“No,” he says smoothly. “I’m just saying.”

You stare at him for a few moments. “You would definitely be a sub.”

Steve scoffs. “No way.”

“Steve, come on, dude -”

“There’s no way I would ever be a sub!”

You roll your eyes but let him believe it.

However, Steve’s insistence gets worse, to the point where you want to tie him down and fuck him senseless every time he opens his mouth. He could be so bratty, so confident - you wanted to put him in his place so desperately. But Steve was just a friend - yes, you had kissed before - okay, multiple times - and maybe you slept together a few - and maybe you loved him - but you were friends first. And friends don’t fuck friends for the sake of proving a point.

Steve grabs the remote from you, changing the channel despite knowing that your favorite movie was on.

“What the hell, dude?”

“What?” He asks, feigning innocence. “I don’t want to watch this.”

“Some of us do, asshole.”

“And some of us don’t have the remote, huh?”

You set your jaw and watch him flip through the channels with a shit-eating grin on his face. His eyes glance back over to you, and his smile widens. “What, baby, do you want to watch something else?”

“Do not call me baby.”

“What do you prefer I call you?” He scoots in closer, resting his hand on your knee. “Want me to call you ‘baby girl��? How about ‘dirty girl’?”

“Are you trying to convince me that you’re definitely a dom?”

He smiles smugly. “Maybe.”

Your irritation has piqued - he needs someone to teach him that he can, in fact, be the ‘fuckee’.

You straddle him quickly, and Steve thinks he’s won the argument. But when he goes to grab onto your ass, you grab his hands tightly.

“No, no, Stevie,” you say. “No touching for you, baby boy.”

Steve feels his cheeks turn red and then his blood rushes downward. “Wh - what?”

“I’m going to show you that you can be a sub.” You lean down to his lips, ghosting yours over his. “How would you like that, baby boy?”

Steve moans and tries to keep his hips from bucking. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Okay.”

You push off of him. Steve’s not sure if he should follow, but he decides to be a brat and stay put. You start towards the bedroom and glance back at him, still sitting on the couch. “Do you want to get fucked, Stevie? You don’t have to come to the bedroom if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t want to get fucked,” he says through gritted teeth. “I want to fuck you.”

You smile. “If you’re a good boy for me, you will.”

Steve gets up then, more out of curiosity than anything. He gets to the bedroom and shuts the door behind him, reaching for you, but you step back before his arms can grab you.

“Strip,” you command.

“Not unless you do it first.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re such a brat, Steve.”

He lets out a huff. “You’re being the brat -”

“Strip.”

Steve does, taking off his clothes slowly, as if it teases you - and it does. It keeps spurring on your annoyance. And Steve has no idea what he’s in for.

“Lay on the bed.”

He does, grinning cheekily as his head hits the pillow. He folds his hands on his chest and looks over at you, smirking. “Now what, Princess?”

“Perfect, call me that the rest of the night,” you say. You begin to sift through your things until you find some satin ties. Steve’s eyes widen, but his dick twitches, too, and he’s starting to think maybe you were right.

“I’m going to tie you up. Is that okay?”

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Are you worried?”

You stride over to him, legs framing each side of him. He reaches for you again, but you easily grab his hands and tie them to the bed frame. “Do they hurt?”

“No,” he says meekly, pulling on them slightly.

“Pick a safeword, baby boy.”

He blushes deeply again. “Stop calling me that.”

“Why? Because you like it?”

He groans and rolls his eyes. “Safeword is red.”

You bend down, lips ghosting over his again. He tilts his head up to meet your lips, but you pull away at the last second. Steve huffs in annoyance again, bucking his hips. “C’mon.”

“This isn’t about you, baby boy. You’ve been bad.”

His blush darkens, spreading to the tips of his ears. His dick twitches again. “How so?”

“You’ve spent the last three weeks boasting about how good you are in bed, how you could never be a sub.” You grab his chin and tilt it towards you, making Steve’s pupils widen. “Bad boys need to learn their lesson.”

Steve clears his throat, attempting to seem unfazed. “Whatever you say.”

So you begin your torture. You start your kisses at his forehead, working down to his cheeks and chin. You avoid his lips, nearly making Steve whine. He doesn’t break that easily - but neither do you.

Your lips trail to his ears and you pause to nibble on each ear lobe. “Such a dirty boy,” you say, making Steve shiver. “So hard for me already.”

“Am - am not,” he stutters. It’s not very convincing.

Your lips trail to his neck next, pressing kisses onto his beauty marks. You know they’re sensitive, so you refuse to suck and lick - only giving him light, open mouthed kisses. You move up along his jawline and then down to his Adam’s apple, then over to the other side of his neck.

Steve is in bliss, not that he would admit it. He stares straight up at the ceiling, forcing himself to keep his groans in his throat. But the task grows harder as your lips travel down, ghosting along his collarbones and toned arms. Your tongue darts out over his nipples, making his breath catch.

“Did you say something?” You ask.

Steve’s eyebrows quirk. “Just yawning from how boring this is.”

“I’ll remember that.” Your lips continue down, down, to his hip bones. Your tongue darts out here, too, making Steve’s hips buck up. You quickly press them into the bed.

“No,” you say sternly. “Keep your hips on the bed or you won’t cum. Understand?”

Steve's eyes widen but he nods. You smile at his lack of a comeback and continue. Steve makes a desperate attempt to keep his hips down, even as your kisses trail right to the base of his dick. You don’t give him what he wants, though - instead, you continue to kiss onto his thighs.

Steve lets out a frustrated sigh. “Stop teasing me.”

“You decided you wanted to be teased when you were being a brat earlier,” you whisper, moving down his legs. “That’s your fault, baby.”

Steve bites his lip - okay, he’s definitely learned his lesson.

You stand up, facing Steve as you slowly remove your shirt. Steve’s eyes widen again at the sight of your tits, beautifully framed by a lacy bra. Steve wants nothing more than to reach out and grab them, grab you, fuck you senseless into the bed.

You straddle him again, pants still on, and smile. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

Steve’s jaw clenches as he looks at your breasts. You look down and smile. “See something you like?”

Steve tugs on the restraints. “I wanna touch you.”

“Should’ve thought about that before. You can’t always get what you want, King Steve.”

His jaw clenches harder. “Don’t call me that.”

“I’ll call you what you’re acting like,” you whisper, leaning down to his lips again.

Steve feels drunk, or high, or maybe both. He reaches up again to press his lips to yours, and you again pull away.

“Jesus, are you just going to keep doing the same things?”

You gently grab his chin again. “Keep it up and I’ll put that mouth to use.”

Steve’s mouth involuntarily waters, and he wants to taste you. Therefore, he decides to be more of a brat.

“I would be fucking you into next week by now. The neighbors would all know how dirty -”

You stand, stripping your bottoms off, leaving Steve elated. He still won’t let that on though - he cannot let you know that he absolutely loves being dommed.

“What’s the safe word, Stevie?”

“Red,” he breathes, cock leaking in anticipation. “Are you going to sit on my face?”

“No way,” you say, scrunching your nose. “I’m going to hover and make you work for it.”

Steve’s dick is so hard that it hurts now, precum leaking. He bites his lip as you position yourself over him.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” he breathes, then adds, “I mean, I’m not saying I’m into it -”

“Steve, for fucks sake, can you just admit that you like this?”

“Never.” He smiles. “Make me.”

You drop your hips just slightly and gasp at how quickly Steve’s tongue is on you. The tip of his tongue immediately goes to your clit, swirling and sucking, making you cry out. Steve smiles victoriously before going in deeper, lifting his head off of the pillows as he does so. Even the sight is hot enough to make you cum.

“Are you okay?” You gasp. “Are you good?”

Steve moans in response, and you feel him nod his head. “Wanna touch you.”

“That sucks.”

He groans but continues his pace on your clit, swirling before dipping his tongue into your folds. You grind your hips absentmindedly, in love with the way his tongue feels. “You’re not going to stop ‘til I cum, okay?”

He moans again, lifting his head off of the pillows even more. You sink down for him and he breathes a sigh of relief, happy to not be breaking his neck just for a taste of you. Your hands reach down and tangle in his hair, making him groan loudly.

“So dirty, Stevie,” you breathe. “So good at eating my pussy.”

Steve’s eyes roll back and his tongue works harder. Your legs start to shake and soon you’re coming, gripping onto his hair as you do so. Steve’s not sure if anything so hot has ever happened to him in his entire life. Actually, he is sure - this is the hottest thing that has ever happened to him.

Once you calm down, you roll off of him, standing to stretch your legs.

“My turn, right?” Steve asks. “I get to cum now, too?”

You laugh. “No, baby boy, you still need to be punished.”

Steve’s hips buck again, but he’s not going to beg. He will not beg. He’s past the point of not making noise - but he cannot beg. Won’t do it. No way.

“Are you okay?” You ask again. “Are the binds hurting you?”

“I’m okay,” he says, nodding. “Just very hard.”

“If  you’re good, I’ll help with that.”

You lean over the bed and run your hands over his thighs lightly. Steve grits his teeth, pressing his ass into the bed so that he doesn’t buck his hips. He stares at you with doe-eyes, seeming so innocent and needy. You bite your lip, feeling yourself getting wet just from looking at him. You move your hands towards the insides of his thighs, then out, then up to his hip bones. You lean down and press kisses to them, tongue darting out once again, and Steve’s eyes roll back.

You continue your pace, running your hands down to the base of his dick again. Steve squeezes his eyes shut in anticipation - but relief never comes. Instead, you move your hands back to his thighs.

��For fuck’s sake,” Steve hisses. “Come on.”

Your fingers ghost up his shaft, and Steve can’t help his hips from jerking. His mouth falls open, happy to get some kind of relief, even if it’s just from your fingertips. You smirk, gently rubbing his soaked tip with your thumb.

“You like this, huh, Stevie?” you ask. “You like being taken care of?”

Something resembling a whine escapes his lips, but he doesn’t do much else. You can see his white-knuckle grip on the satin keeping him in place, and your smirk widens. You position yourself between his knees then, mouth right at his cock, hands pushing his hips down. And then you take him in.

Steve’s back arches at the feeling of your warm mouth, letting out a hiss and a moan and a whine all at once. A string of curses leaves his mouth as you slowly, slowly bob up and down his member. The taste of his precum makes your mouth water. You swirl your tongue over his head and he cries out, hands pulling at the restraints. It feels so good that Steve’s near tears - but you don’t give him the relief he wants. You keep his hips pinned so he can’t fuck your mouth, and you move slowly, almost too slowly. Steve’s a whimpering mess above you, and soon, his legs start to shake.

You pull off, stroking him with your hand. “Are you close?”

“Yes,” he chokes out. “Please.”

You smile and stop stroking. Steve throws his head farther into the pillows, eyes squeezed shut. He does not appreciate not being able to cum - but there’s a part of him that loves it so, so much. A part of him that’s really, really into this whole ‘not being in control’ thing. This thing where he puts all of his trust in you and means it one-hundred percent. He’s actually really, really into that. He feels a realization coming on, but it’s cut short when you come back up to his face.

You crawl up his body, kissing his cheeks and moving to his ear. “I told you, you need to be punished.”

Steve’s eyes roll back in his head. “How many times?”

“Until I think you’re ready for a reward.”

Steve wants that reward so desperately - wants to kiss you, feel you, fuck you - so he relents to playing along, swallowing his pride. “Princess, please.”

You’re taken aback that he’s actually going for it. “Are you okay, Steve?”

He nods fervently. “Hands kinda hurt and I want to cum but I really - I kind of really - I love this.”

You smile and kiss the corner of his mouth, pulling back before Steve can press his lips against yours. “I knew you would like it, Stevie.”

“Fuck,” he groans, hips jutting again. “Call me that again.”

You cup his face. “You make such pretty sounds, Stevie.”

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes, eyes fluttering shut.

Smiling, you kiss down his body yet again, making your kisses a little rougher. You slightly suck on Steve’s beauty marks, eliciting moans from him. You find yourself back at his dick, more swollen than you’ve ever seen it. This time, you tease him with your tongue, running it up along the underside and flicking over his head. Steve bites his lip so hard that it draws blood, his nails digging into his palm. A strangled moan passes his soft lips before they part into an ‘o’, his jaw tilting upwards.

You think the scene above you is so hot that you can’t help but to stop your movements and tell him. “Baby boy, you look so sexy like this.”

Another strangled moan. “Princess….”

You take him fully in your mouth then, making his head throw back again. He takes in shaky breaths, eyes shut tightly. A long ohhh comes out, and you smile before hollowing your cheeks.

Steve’s almost sure you’re going to let him cum this time, but you don’t. Steve cries out, pouting, and you lightly slap his thigh. “Don’t you want to make Princess cum first, Stevie?”

He whines. “Please, Princess, let me be good for you.”

Your breath catches, arousal spiking, and you straddle his hips. “Steve, are you doing okay?”

He grinds his hips up. “Please - please fuck me, Y/N, can’t handle it -”

You place a hand on his chest as you slowly rub your folds back and forth on his tip. He looks up at you, blissed out, pupils blown and lips parted - he looks so pretty like this. You slowly sink down, and Steve bites down on his own shoulder, eyes clamped, a loud groan coming out of him. You moan right back, spurred on by his neediness.

When you’re fully seated, you move your hips back and forth, sending Steve’s eyes rolling back again. You bite your lip and play with yourself, watching him squirm beneath you. He knows better now than to jerk his hips, but Jesus, it’s so hard.

“You’re going to make me cum, and then I’ll let you touch me, okay?” you breathe. “And then I’ll make sure you cum, too. Can you do that for me, baby boy?”

Steve nods eagerly. “Whatever you want - just, fuck, please move your hips -”

You lift up and lower yourself slowly, gently, driving Steve wild. He knows you’re a sucker for dirty talk and, desperate for relief, he says, “C’mon, Y/N, please use my cock to get yourself off.”

It works. Steve almost grins, but instead his mouth falls open as you pick up your pace. He lifts his head to watch his cock get slicker with each stroke of your hips, and he nearly dies on the spot. Your hips roll expertly, taking him just as he loves it. You make it hard for him to not cum, testing his limits, seeing if he’s truly a good boy - but he does well, forcing himself to not let that knot in his stomach get too tight. You reach down and rub circles into your clit, throwing your head back, and Steve’s head spins at how sexy you look.

“You feel so good in me, baby -” you choke out.

“Jesus Christ,” he hisses, his hips involuntarily lifting.

“You want me to cum on that pretty cock?”

“Please,” he whines.

After a few more strokes you reach your high, still working his cock as you ride through it. Steve has to bite his shoulder again to force himself to not cum from it - he knows he has to wait until he gets permission.  

You lean forward once catching your breath, hands resting on the satin. “Will you be a good boy if I untie you?”

“I promise,” he whimpers. “I just wanna touch you.”

You relent, letting the satin fall from his hands. He stretches them before you take them in yours, rubbing the red skin. “Are you okay?”

He nods. “Can I touch you?”

You respond by placing his hands on your breasts. He massages them for a moment, thumbs rubbing your nipples, before they fall to your hips, then ass, then thighs. He can’t get enough of your soft skin in his calloused hands.

“Can I kiss you?”

You bend down, letting Steve take your lips in his. It starts off slow and passionate before becoming messy, teeth and tongue clashing. He pulls you close, chests pressing together, and you nearly forget that he’s still in you, hard and aching.

“Steve,” you say against his lips. “Do you want to fuck me?”

He nods, lips red and eyes wide. “Please.”

“I’m yours,” you say, straightening. “However you want me.”

Steve wants you on your back, legs wrapped around him, so he can continue to kiss and touch you as he thrusts. It’s quickly delving into ‘making love’ territory, straying from ‘teaching my mouthy friend a lesson’. He enters you again swiftly, but he keeps a steady pace as he pounds into you, filling you up nicely.

“Don’t cum til I give you permission, okay, baby boy?” you moan, and Steve groans in response. He leans down to suck a mark onto your neck, his tongue darting out and making you gasp. As Steve’s pace quickens, he buries his head into your chest, groaning.

“Thank you, Princess,” he moans. “Love this pussy - fuck -”

“Steve, Jesus,” you breathe. “So good for me -”

“I love you,” he says, his hands gripping your hips. “Fuck - fuck - I love you -”

Your eyes are wide but you’re nearly positive he’s trying to say he loves your body, not you. “Are you close?”

“Yes,” he breathes, leaning up to kiss you. “Can I cum in your mouth?”

“Fuck yeah,” you breathe.

Steve pulls out, pumping himself as you hop up and onto your stomach, facing his dick. You open your mouth and he slips in, eyes rolling back as you bob on it. You hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue as Steve’s hands wrap in your hair, pulling tightly. His breathing picks up and he moans out, “Sh- shit - I’m gonna -”

You hum in affirmation and he lets go. Steve feels like he’s levitating as his orgasm hits, cumming harder than he ever has. His hands grip your hair harder as he chokes out your name, moaning loudly.

When he’s finished, you pull him down to you, kissing him roughly. A tongue slips inside his mouth and, had you told him an hour ago that you’d be kissing him after swallowing his cum, he would cringe. But now, it’s the hottest thing, nearly making him cum again. He groans and wraps his hand around the back of your neck to pull you in closer. You wrap a hand in his hair and he hums happily, deepening this kiss.

“Thank you, Princess,” he whispers, and you pull him back in with a moan.

You kiss until they become shallow and quick, Steve pulling away first to look at you with pure adoration.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispers. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re going to -”

“Do you really love me?”

Steve’s mouth falls open again, sweetly mimicking how he’d looked when you were teasing him earlier. You pull him onto the bed, arms wrapping around him, a blanket thrown over him. “Do you?”

“Y/N,” he says slowly. “I didn’t mean to say it -”

“But do you mean it?”

He swallows hard. “All I’m saying is that I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do what you just did with me.”

You gasp. “You do love me!”

Steve stutters. “Well - I - okay - well - do - you love me?”

You smile and nod. “I love you.”

“Really?”

“For real, baby boy.”

Steve groans and pulls you into another kiss. “God, you better never use that name outside of the bedroom -”

“Or else what?”

“Or else you’re going to be the one that’s punished,” he whispers, a smug smile crossing his face. “And I already know you love being a sub.”

“That’s not very romantic of you,” you say, wrapping your arms around him tighter. “But I accept your challenge.”

Steve rests his head on your chest as you play with his hair, letting him calm down and relax. His hand tangles in yours after a while. “I wanted to tell you for a long time,” he says quietly. “But I guess… after putting my trust in you like that - and you didn’t hurt me, you kept checking on me… I think it just made me realize how much you mean to me. I didn’t mean for it to slip during sex.”

You kiss the top of his head. “I’m just glad you said it, because I love you, too. You and your mouth and your ego. The whole package.”

He smiles and leans up, kissing you sweetly before resting his head on your chest again. “No take backs.”

You smile and wrap your arms around him tighter. “No take backs.”

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*Ms. Honeybunny winking at Sam* ;) ;) ;)

*jealous lagomorph boyfriend steps in* you should really get that eye checked out! ^-^*

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Look at that ANGRY little face Max makes, right before putting on a fake smile! Holy shit- he's so pissed off about Sam and Ms. Homeybunny flirting that it I'm crying from laughing too hard to even write this blog x'D

Nah, I'm good, though. Once again, this is just my silly opinion blog about this particular interaction between these three and comment if you have any opinions to share too! :) please enjoy the characters and comics regardless of my ideas. Love y'all😘

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To say the least, we all know Max is obviously in love with Sam throughout thee entire t.v. and video game series; possibly the comics, but we'll get inside of that little history later. The main focus of how Max protrays his feelings towards his best friend and police partner, which is quite open in a rare way, Steve Purcell places out their relationship to be after all they've been together and will be when they die. It's a heart wrenching, violent story of pure friendship, and/or.. maybe more?

We're going to dig into that right now, beginning with Sam's jelly rabbit Max behavior.

When we take a look at this scene, Max only has a smile on his face to carry up an "innocent act" for the sake of his companion and this lady's (bleh) reassurance. He doesn't want to actually scare off both his colleagues to create a giant dilemma of drama and end up on being Sam's quiet side. So, the lagomorph decides not to give into his natural instinct to rip her wig off. Instead, he wiggles out his little bunny charm to do what he can to come between on Ms. Honeybunny's intentions on his best friend.

Meaning, his goal is to remain on Sam's good light so he doesn't have his canine friend to look down on him when he would have scared someone off who clearly didn't do anything wrong; in society's eye, anyhow.

The lagomorph just wanted to claim his terrority because that's HIS 6ft talking dog! He has to tear down the competition then and there, baby. Or else they're gone for life and that's never going to happen in Max's life!

Oh no, and that's why this scene is so interesting even more. Because we also get a small sequel to their, ahem, lady competition for Sam.

It's super clear how gayly in love Max is with Sam in the t.v. series and the doggo scoundrel is super aware of what his best friend is feeling. Sam is a dog with super intelligent detective skills to sense if there's something going on, especially if its coming from Max, he is on the case to solve his mysterious canine instinct itch! with the bond of them they've always shared since they were merely babies.

But this scene just proves how much of a sassy girlfriend this little lagomorph can truly be, and I love it!

He just downright called her a whore in a kid friendly manor so the censors don't kick their asses off the program too soon (even though, they did last one season) and being told, "don't worry, miss. A boat will be by to pick you up, and that means sailors! Yup, you'll get picked up, alright." ... is clearly not friendly!

That rabbit knew what he was doing. His jealously became a perfect revenge to tell her to stop her shit on them, and try it on someone else. It's classically performed here and I applaud for Max, once i was done watching this episode. Ms. Honeybunny may or may not have received the hint that they're not available, but Max has tried making it clear as day, twice now. He knows Sam doesn't get a clue; so, all that matters is that SHE understands the message:

"Sam is mine, don't flirt with me or him, go make out with a sailor, blah blah blah."

In Max's terms to this scene, he nailed it perfectly! So I believe the whole reason Sam didn't even try to say a word to her is because he clearly knew better than to try and to help Ms. Honeybunny when Max OBVIOUSLY showed no interest; he decided to take the smart choice and go to Team Max's side for silent support. And probably so he wouldn't die, either.

Later on, Sam finally decides to say something:

Sam: "you crack me up little buddy."

Max: "whatever."

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Uh.. that doesn't help, Sam!

Max probably dissed off Sam like that is because he knew he won, but he hadn't truly received the main prize: having Sam understand he belongs to only Max. His big hound still doesn't get the picture between two love rivals. Sam just doesn't realize Max still remembers when he and Ms. Honeybunny batted-eyes with each other til his REAL bunny came into the picture. His feelings must have been a little upset when he saw the lady appear again, after finding her on the boat and dressed as Geek. She was unmasked by Sam and Max's joke about calling for help on the walkie talkie was.. a little TOO panicked to me.

Like he was in a nightmare.

Like if Max saw them flirt or even remotely get near each other again, Sam would definitely have to call help from a rescue team away from Max's rage. Max knows some shark sword fighting skills to teach them both a lesson about Max being possessive as Hell, and Sam needs to wear a collar with the lagomorph's name on it. (Also, they're in the middle of the ocean. I'm pretty sure Max would use a shark as a sword somehow.)

In conclusion, this was still a fun filling jealous rival we got to see come out towards Sam and Max reacting to it. It was perfect, but I do personally wish we could have seen a jealous Sam in the series. She's just a slut and Max knew it from the start. Even if he didn't, that wouldn't change anything on how Max handled it. He stayed calm for Sam, tried to forget about Ms. Honeybunny during the rest of their mission, and she just came back out of nowhere! She keeps ruining everything by my getting the hint that Max does not care HOW she goes away- she needs to leave for good.

Max will never let anyone try to split their Freelance work and it certainly would not be their last encounter with other flirts, or crazy infatuations (*coughs* momma bosco). Max cooperated well and acted more maturely in an adult manner than he normally would be in. Like, he'd probably crush her skull on the desk or go to Geek about a sexual harassment groping from Ms. Honeybunny, so it'll get her fired.

And that's what's crazy bout all these things is Max is always up for any challenge out there. Violence, poker, best shooter, best at taking shots, the list goes on. But the emotionally ones are always backing him up in a corner to run away from and hide. Max doesnt like the emotional encounters that other people bring and it's not Sam&Max world quality.

In truth, Max may might as well be possessive, but Sam is pretty crazy about him too. It only shows their love for each other more, and I'd say that it'd be awesome if they could only be a little more open with each other. It's just super rare for Max to want to be able to share what he desires from Sam, or what's going on when someone tries to steal Sam away like Ms. Honeybunny would have done.

Sam and Max are going to have to admit more open feelings and fluff if they ever reboot the show. Seriously. It'd be a perfect opportunity to see their love grow and see more of Steve Purcell's humor again.

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How Peggy Carter Shows Up in Avengers: Endgame

...is actually a really important question to ponder, Gentle Readers. Thanks for asking.

As I recently set forth here, Peggy Carter is the central bedrock of the MCU. If you don’t like her, you don’t like it.

As such, it seems unlikely that the attention she will be given in Endgame will be limited to the infamous black and white picture Steve keeps in his old compass (which some fans believe he looks to for moral guidance. About which I stringently disagree.)

Insert your own traveling-across-realms Once Upon a Time Swanfire keychain reference here.

Just to cover all the possible bases, then; 

SCENARIO #1: Peggy used solely as image/misunderstood totem for Cap.

NOPE.

I firmly expect “actual” Peggy Carter to make an appearance in Endgame, and according to the internet at large, I am not alone.

HOW she makes that appearance, and what is made of her appearance is entirely unknown at this time, but here are the strongest possibilities. (All following scenarios involve Time Travel or universe-shifting.)

SCENARIO #2: 

Cap sent back in time to his version of a Valhalla/warrior’s paradise: right after his jet goes into the ice he manages somehow to arrive the following Saturday at the Stork Club at 8pm as she and he were talking about in his last moments on the radio.

While iconic for that time period, The Stork Club (of New York City) has always seemed a rather upscale venue for Peggy and Steve to pick. (Coincidentally, it closed its doors in 1965)

(Ultimately, you may recall Steve saying he’s going to need a raincheck on that dance.)

I don’t see it. Doing this robs those moments in The First Avenger entirely of their gravity and their far-reaching impact in the MCU. Peggy wouldn’t even have a hot moment to grieve for what she lost. What’s more, Peggy in the immediate aftermath of Steve’s disappearance hasn’t got anything to offer the plot/Cap in the way of fighting Thanos/the power of Infinity Stones. She’s just relegated to a sort of trophy/reward, without any utility in the storyline.

If Peggy Carter is used in Endgame without having something to contribute to the forward motion of the plot, IF, for example, she’s reduced to a sort of ‘Grey Havens’ for Cap, what an utter waste of everything MCU has put into her over the years. If going back to be with Peggy (pre-Marvel’s Agent Carter and ongoing developments in the MCU) is simply Cap’s “reward”, then Peggy gets reduced to nothing but a dog treat. [which, I daresay from reading enough tumblr plenty of bloggers think she is]

Just as I said in that earlier blog, narratively it’s Steve in TFA who has to “come up” to Peggy’s level, both physically 

She could snap him in two if they tried that dance, now.

(at least narratively-speaking—obviously there’s absolutely NOTHING wrong in real life with two partners not being the physical equal of one another, in fact it’s rather more standard than not) and also heroic conviction-wise; he has to be willing to step out there and join the fight (as when he left the showgirls, etc). 

Of course, even leaving the showgirls behind, Steve won’t miss out on the sight of a great pair of legs, Angie Martinelli will gladly tell you.

Ahem. It’s been awhile since Cap woke up from the ice. He’s seen and done a lot. But Peggy, in the immediate wake of his crash, well, she’s hasn’t had a chance to grow similarly.

TFA-era Peggy and Infinity War-era Cap are far from on the same footing. She’s only just had her first brush with the supernatural (Vibranium and the Tesseract, super-soldier serum). She’s still WWII-Peggy, and Cap hasn’t been WWII-Cap for awhile (remember his government’s betrayal in Winter Soldier? His own rebellion in Civil War?).

Unlikely we’ll see this noobishly terrified expression ever again.

Lots has happened since next Saturday at the Stork Club, 8pm. Let’s talk funerals. Cap has gone to Peggy’s, 

I’m not proud of showing you this.

and in the season one finale of Agent Carter, Peggy “Goodbye, My Darling” (words, btw, she never said to him in real-life) Carter takes a moment to pour Steve’s blood sample off the Brooklyn Bridge to prevent it being used for ill, and memorialize and let him go in a real way, which she had yet to be able to do.

Do you think the military held a funeral/event in memory of Steve after he was lost to the ice?

A day or two (or even a year) after the crash, she hasn’t been able to bring herself to do that.

Secondarily, as I said in that earlier blog, Peggy has to live and operate in a world without Steve IF ONLY TO BE SHOWN AS SUCCESSFUL ON HER OWN TERMS and not viewed merely as Captain America’s Girlfriend.

Having him show up ON TIME for their dance doesn’t allow her that. It also doesn’t see her co-found S.H.I.E.L.D. (for one example). Peggy would have remained Peggy unchanged, and Cap—well, Cap’s changed plenty. He doesn’t even dress the same. 

Just look at the confidence in this man’s face. This man has grown and changed since burying that plane in the ice.

If he wakes up in TFA the same year that film came out, that’s almost nine years ‘til Infinity War, and who knows how long ‘til the plot of Endgame picks up. All of WWII lasted six years. It doesn’t seem like Cap’s life since waking up has been any less of a crucible.

I absolutely understand the emotional desire fans have to see that dance and that date take place as though nothing has happened. I. Get. It. But from a story standpoint, it’s a bad idea that negates so much work and development that’s come before.

I deeply apologize for my story-based convictions on this matter.

SCENARIO #3: Parallel Peggy

Parallel universes make my brain hurt. Literally anything could happen in them. Except Steve getting time with actual Peggy.

Also, that would be something of a Whovian #10/Rose re-tread, wouldn’t it?

SCENARIO #4:

(Possibly one-way) Time Travel to Just the Sweet Spot Where Peggy Has Access to an Answer the Avengers Need

Peggy Carter’s life and work have meant a lot to the MCU (don’t get me started on the fact the franchise didn’t have Nick Fury, Coulson, Hill, and Tony Stark attend her funeral).

We know some of what she was involved in with SSR and S.H.I.E.L.D. (okay, well, likely she was involved with literally EVERYTHING). We know she had two children, a boy and girl, and a granddaughter (we don’t want to negate them, do we?[Aside: Could Steve and Peggy even have kids?]). 

Children on the right, on the left the photo is taken later (note clothing style), indicating a granddaughter.

We know she was married, though the powers that be have stopped short of ever naming her husband. 

Sorry, wrong wedding dress, wrong wedding, v.v. sad day about to happen.

Season Two of Agent Carter shows her embarking on a relationship with Daniel Sousa, 

All my love, Daniel!

but for all we know that proved a non-starter, and in a twist she wed Jack Thompson—or even Dum Dum—or some other guy we never met. We’re simply not told. No man appears in photos by her bedside in Winter Soldier, her husband is given no name in her official obit from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

In her 1953 interview we’re told that she’s married by that time, she speaks about her husband, a WWII vet. (The bedside picture with her two children shows her with a similar hairstyle to this interview)

What we’ve never been given is information about how long that married lasted. Divorce, death of a spouse? Entirely possible. If Cap’s being sent back (at least in part) to pitch woo to Peggy, I’m betting her husband will have passed on. (Truly sorry if it’s you, Daniel!)

I’m betting that in those files Cap was reviewing in The Winter Soldier, there may have been something among his research about what Peggy got up to after he was gone. 

In my memory, there’s like a whole box of this sort of thing sitting around Cap’s apartment.

And that among her work, or even among Howard’s Bad Babies, might well be technology or an item needed to help defeat Thanos or reverse the snap.

So, Cap shaves his beard (to be more recognizable to her), 

goes back not to 1940, but sometime after Peggy’s interview in 1953 

(recall the motion-capture dots on Hayley in that Instagram pic which may be used to age her, recall also the casting call for 1960s office girls). 

This gives us BOTH a Peggy who had moved on and done important work, AND a Cap who has grown and changed since being pulled from the ice.

In a scenario like this, what we are presented with (again) are Steve and Peggy as two EQUALS, the reward for each of whom, and their lifetime of service and sacrifice is each other. And a Cap returned to a world more in- line with his human life expectancy (and among which he might feel more comfortable—and in which some of his friends/the Howling Commandos might still live). Peggy would be in her 40s in the 1960s*. (Don’t even get me started on loving middle-aged awesome, reaching her sexual peak Peggy getting to be with constantly on-peak super-soldier Steve.)

I mean, check out Peggy in her late 60s: Here, hot, and still happening.

SCENARIO #4 doesn’t diminish a possible Steggy happy ending. In fact, it just deepens and burnishes it.

*Perhaps whatever takes place in the 60s also involves the long-unexplained tease of how Peggy as head and founder of S.H.I.E.L.D. remained (we assume) unaware that Hydra had long infiltrated her organization. #utterpipedreams

COMPLICATIONS:…now don’t get me started that if Cap-Now goes back, Cap-Then is still in the ice, destined to wake up, and that gets all kind of weird—sort of like Parallel Universes. 

Time Travel and the potential plurality of existence is treacherous and headache-y to contemplate.

QUESTIONS THAT PERSIST: IF Cap is able to go back in time, and there’s nothing in-story that can be gained by it other than his reunion with Peggy, doesn’t it make more sense that he’d choose to go back and reverse something terrible in history, such as prevent the US from dropping atomic bombs, saving countless (estimated around 250k) lives?

Or that he would go back and rescue Bucky from Armin Zola?

After all, he’s seen that Peggy’s life was happy. She died loved, safe, and respected as a (very) old woman in her bed. Ya can’t say that for ole Buck.

Truly, if the power of time travel is in your hands, and you choose to use it purely for selfish reasons, well, that’s about the most un-Cap thing I’ve ever heard of.

So, Gentle Readers, how do you think this thing is going to go down?