#SamBucky fanfiction

[skippylov3rs]

Bucky : “I feel like we're starting to lose the ''b'' in our «bromance», bro.”

*Sam, pausing from kissing Bucky's neck* : “Hmph?”

[siancore]

We Got the Rest of the Summer | SamBucky | T | 1.4k | AO3

Summary: The cookout came to an end, yet Sam and Bucky stayed behind at the pier. It wasn’t unusual for them to do so seeing as they both worked there during the summers. It was where they got to know one another better. Bucky, the swaggering guy from the big city. Sam, the shy son of a preacher. They could not have been more different. But there was something in the way that Bucky’s gaze lingered on Sam a little too long, how Sam could not resist ‘accidentally’ brushing against Bucky, or how they each gravitated towards one another that spoke of a sameness within them. You see, Sam always knew he liked boys, he just didn’t know any other boys who liked boys, too. That was until Bucky Barnes and his family moved to the small community.

A/N: Written for @sambuckylibrary SamBucky Summer Bingo 2024 - Vacation Card Square Fills: Cookout & Meanwhile, On the Boat...

Sam always enjoyed when his community hosted cookouts. It was nice when everyone came together to share in food and laughs. Coming from such a small town where everyone knew everyone else had its drawbacks, but at times when they were celebrating together, it reminded Sam that not everything was bad. He was going to miss those gatherings when he went off to school in the Fall. 

“Hey, Wilson,” called Bucky Barnes from up on the dock. “You just gonna stand there lookin’ pretty or can I get a hand with this?”

Bucky and his family had moved to Delacroix two years ago and he was a pain in Sam’s ass. A handsome, charming, cocky pain. Sam glanced around, squinted from the low hanging afternoon sun, and saw the other young man standing near his truck with both hands lifted in a questioning manner. Sam let out a sigh and made his way over. 

“Finally,” said Bucky. “Here, help with this.”

He gestured to the ice box sitting in the back of the truck.

“What, you couldn’t lift this yourself, Barnes?” asked Sam, eyes inadvertently shifting to Bucky’s arms. 

The other boy gave Sam a knowing smile and said, “See somethin’ you like?”

“Shut up,” Sam retorted, dragging his eyes away. 

Bucky let out an amused laugh and said, “Ready, lift on three – one, two, three.”

They lifted the ice box from the tray of the truck and then carried it over to where one of the picnic tables sat. Miss Georgina thanked them, and they each gave her their brightest smiles. Sam walked away, not really knowing where he was going as Bucky fell into step beside him. 

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be instead of following me around like a lost puppy?” asked Sam, glancing sideways at Bucky.

“Nope,” Bucky replied as he nudged Sam’s shoulder with his. “I’m right where I wanna be.”

Despite himself, Sam could not help the smile that tugged at his lips. This was how they related to one another. Playful banter and innocent bickering. It was their thing, and even though in his most secret, quiet moments, Sam wished for more, he was happy. Happy that he had gotten to know Bucky at all. 

…

The cookout came to an end, yet Sam and Bucky stayed behind at the pier. It wasn’t unusual for them to do so seeing as they both worked there during the summers. It was where they got to know one another better. Bucky, the swaggering guy from the big city. Sam, the shy son of a preacher. They could not have been more different. But there was something in the way that Bucky’s gaze lingered on Sam a little too long, how Sam could not resist ‘accidentally’ brushing against Bucky, or how they each gravitated towards one another that spoke of a sameness within them. You see, Sam always knew he liked boys, he just didn’t know any other boys who liked boys, too. That was until Bucky Barnes and his family moved to the small community. 

Bucky Barnes, with his confidence and flirtatious ways. He, who looked at Sam with interest and ignited something within the other boy. He, who never pushed Sam to rush into anything. They had grown close over the years and there was an attraction there. An attraction that neither of them acknowledged to anyone but themselves, even though Sam wanted to.

Sam sat beside Bucky on the boat his family owned, thinking about how when the summer came to its inevitable end, Sam would be leaving everything that he knew behind. The humid air laden with salt. The starry night skies that stretched to the end of the world. The laughter of the people he cared for. The quiet moments on the boat with Bucky. The other boy’s smile and laugh.

“Can’t believe you’re leavin’ me,” Bucky said suddenly, cutting through Sam’s fond but melancholic reverie. 

Sam glanced sideways at Bucky and said, “So it’s just you, uh? Not leaving my family and friends, too? Everything revolves around you, does it?”

He was aiming for joking and teasing, but he could see the somberness encompassing Bucky’s expression.  

Bucky shrugged and said, “Nah, but I am gonna miss you somethin’ terrible.”

Bucky let his head fall and looked down at his own hands. Sam glanced down as well, then, without much thought, he reached over and laced his fingers with Bucky’s. 

“I’m gonna miss you, too,” said Sam softly. 

A beat of silence stretched between them for a moment before Bucky spoke once more.

“You – you know I like you, right?”

“Yeah, course,” Sam replied. “I like you, too.”

“No, Sam, I mean I really, really like you,” said Bucky in a whisper. “I’ve never liked anyone as much as I like you.”

Sam felt his pulse quicken and his tummy do a little flip. They had danced around one another, but never really admitted their feelings. Sam knew Bucky liked boys, Sam just never thought Bucky liked him.

“You like me, like me? Like, in that way?” he asked, feeling like one of his most secret fantasises was playing out in that moment. 

“Yeah,” said Bucky with a little nervous laugh. “Thought it was kinda obvious this whole time.”

He lifted his head to look at Sam then, his eyes bright under the lighting at the docks. 

Sam smiled at him, gave his hand a squeeze, and said, “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying too much attention. My Mama says I’ve got my head in the clouds most of the time.”

“She’s right,” said Bucky as he squeezed Sam’s hand back. “But ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.”

Bucky looked at Sam then, with a mixture of reverence and hope. Sam smiled at him and then dipped his head, somewhat coyly. 

“I really like you, too, Buck,” he said, just above a whisper. 

Bucky smiled widely then, causing Sam’s breath to hitch. He really was terribly handsome up close. 

“Gosh, you’re so pretty, Sam,” Bucky said sincerely. “I come from a city o’ eight million people and I ain’t never seen anyone as pretty as you.”

“Stop,” said Sam shyly, as he smiled and dipped his head.

“It’s true,” said Bucky, nudging him with his shoulder. “You’re beautiful, Sammy.”

“Why didn’t you tell me all o’ this sooner?” asked Sam with a playfulness to his tone, even though his face was burning and his tummy was now somersaulting.

“Thought we had more time,” said Bucky, something plaintive around the edge of his tone.

Sam looked at him again and said, “We got the rest of the night. We got the rest of the summer.”

Bucky smiled then and said, “Yeah, we do. So, what d’ya wanna do?”

That hopeful look returned to his eyes. Sam almost forgot how to speak. 

“I – I’d really like it if you’d, y’know, if you’d –”

Bucky smiled and said, “Spit it out, Wilson. We don’t got forever.”

“Hush,” said Sam as he swatted playfully at Bucky’s arm. “I was sayin’, I’d really like it if you –” 

“What?” Bucky whispered as his gaze fell to Sam’s lips. 

“If you’d kiss me,” said Sam so quietly that Bucky nearly missed it. 

“You want me to kiss you, pretty boy?” asked Bucky as he leaned in closer, all of that swagger making Sam’s head spin. 

“Yeah,” Sam breathed out. “If you want to.”

“I do,” said Bucky as he inched closer. “More than anything.”

The pair smiled at one another before Bucky closed the distance and his lips met Sam’s. The kiss was soft and chaste and had both of their heads swimming. Bucky’s tongue teased the seam of Sam’s lips before Sam granted him entrance and they deepened the kiss. They sat there, on the boat, under the Louisiana night sky, and poured everything into the kiss. All of their hopes and fears for the future. All of their youthful exuberance for the present time. 

After a moment, they draw apart breathlessly and smiled at one another. 

“That was – wow,” said Bucky. 

“Yeah, it was,” said Sam. 

“I could do that with you forever,” Bucky admitted, his voice earnest and true. 

“Yeah, me too.”

“But we don’t got forever,” said Bucky, somewhat sadly, as he lowered his head.

Sam reached over, placed his hand to Bucky’s chin, and tilted upwards, before saying, “I guess the rest of summer will do.”

[sambuckylibrary]

SamBucky Summer Bingo 2024

The @sambuckylibrary will be holding a Summer Bingo! The event will start on June 1st and run until August 31st. During that time, we will be reblogging and sharing the work you guys create here on our blog.

You can post fanfiction, art, fic rec lists, comments, moodboards, podfics, edits, etc. It’ll be a low-stakes event. No need to sign up. Just remember to tag @sambuckylibrary in your post for each fill, and we will be tracking #sbsummer2024 for reblogs.

If you are posting on AO3, please add it to the SamBucky Summer Bingo 2024 Collection.

The Bingo Cards are:

There are also badges for each fill. For those badges, as well as the FAQ and rules, check the information under “keep reading”.

FAQ

What is this?

It’s a SamBucky bingo event.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all. Fill one prompt. Fill all the prompts on every bingo card. Do however many you please.

Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?

Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all nine prompts on the card at once with one piece of art or fic. If you can fill every single prompt from every single bingo card in one fill, that’d be wild but it’s okay by the rules. You can do any number in between.

Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Is it just SamBucky?

Yes please, just SamBucky. There can be side ships, but the main ship should be SamBucky.

How long will this event run?

It will run from June 1st and run until August 31st.

I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?

There are! Here they are:

1) Vacation Bingo Badges

2) Mission Bingo Badges

3) Loving Bingo Badges

RULES AND GUIDELINES

What are the guidelines for the bingo?

I will be borrowing some of this from the MYSU Valentine’s Day Bingo 2022 Guidelines, since they were fantastic.

For Everyone:

1. Remember to @sambuckylibrary in the post as well as #sbsummer2024.

2. Please also tag the prompt you’re filling (for instance, if the square is “Redwing”, use “#redwing” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to SamBucky Summer Bingo 2024 (SamBucky_Summer_Bingo_2024).

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets, at least 3 gifs.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

d) Fan video.

e) Graphics edit.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

For Podficcers:

1. The podfic should at least be 5 minutes long.

2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.

3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.

For Fic Rec Lists:

1. You must have at least three fics or podfics on the rec list.

2. Make sure to give brief descriptions of the fics or podfics as well as their rating and wordcount.

For Commenters:

1. Any amount of comment counts, from a heart emoji (“❤️”) to an essay.

2. We would rather this be about what makes you happy and joyful about reading than any scathing critiques.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).

Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.

In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.

General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.

For Bucky

Avoid phrasing “flesh/normal/human hand” to refer to the contrast between his prosthetic arm and his right arm. The phrasing is ableist. You can simply refer to his prosthesis when relevant, otherwise use “right/left arm/hand”.

For more information, please check out this document suggested by @ninesdb on how to write Bucky as an amputee. @ninesdb is also open to questions if you have any queries not answered by the google doc.

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift”, “Sam Wilson is a Saint”, and “Bucky Needs a Hug”.

Have fun and we look forward to your Summer Bingo fics!

- The Mods

[sugar-asinsweetas]

I’m in the mood to read some of the smuttiest Sambucky Or SamSteve fics ever written, please recommend some, danko🙏🏿

[cobrafantasies]

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you’re currently working on, and then tag 5 people.

Thank you for tagging me @sunsetmaidenwrites!

I currently only have two wips and one is a Halloween fic, which would be my first :)

No pressure, tagging @heyitsyav, @sambambucky, @ateerys-punctuationpanic, @soliloquent-stark, @bastianfruit

Since becoming Captain America, this may be the dumbest shit Sam has ever done. But he wanted a night out. One where he didn’t have to pose for thirty selfies and sign people’s sneakers or forearms with whatever shitty pen they could find. Where he didn’t have to fake-smile through an elderly man’s proclamation about history changing right before his eyes.

He just wanted a normal night out and Halloween seemed like the perfect pick when he found a bar hosting a costume party. So, yeah, Sam decided to wear a full-concealing, goblin mask that hides every inch of his face. It’s quite ugly. The rest of him is decked out in dark green. Suede, forest green suit pants and a long-sleeve, green turtle neck. A goblin has got to dress up sometime. 

He’s not going to win the costume contest and he doesn’t want to. His whole goal tonight is to relax in the glorious anonymity. Maybe dance a little dirty with a guy and if he’s lucky, find a dark enough room for him to take his mask off and make out with someone.

[questionableratatouille00]

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Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes) 

Summary: Sam and Bucky swim together as Bucky recalls the past. 

Bingo Fill: ‘Cookout/Summer Camp/Stargazing/Hiking’ on my ‘Vacation’ card for @sambuckylibrary’s sambucky summer bingo!

Warnings: brief mention of something bad happening (non-specified), let me know if anything else should be tagged.

Bucky folded another table cloth, looking around and making sure there was no garbage on the ground.

Sam was doing the same at another table, and Bucky glanced at him every so often. 

It was the day after the party, and now they were just cleaning up anything that hadn’t been cleaned up the day before.

“After we finish this, you up for some swimming?” Sam called. “Shit, it’s hot out here.” 

Bucky hesitated for a moment, pausing. And then, he nodded. “Sounds good to me.” 

Sam also nodded, before going back to cleaning. Bucky couldn’t help but notice how his shorts hugged his ass. He mentally slapped himself, cursing himself for even thinking that.

When they were done cleaning, both boys went inside the house and went to their separate rooms to get changed. 

Bucky had been around so often that Sarah had cleaned out the old guest room for him. The gesture—though she argued it was small—meant a lot to him. He grabbed his swim trunks from his bag, staring at them. 

They were basic dark blue swim trunks. But the idea of being shirtless—he didn’t like it. Being shirtless outside was already a horrible idea, but shirtless outside fully knowing that people would see—that Samwould see? It made him want to shrivel up and die. 

He glanced at his left hand, eyeing it anxiously. He knew all too well about the gnarly scarring on his left shoulder, along with all of the scars on his torso. He had plenty of those, too. He was muscular—he wasn’t insecure about his physique, surprisingly, but he definitely wasn’t confident in his skin. And he was pale, too. Isn’t that not a good thing these days? It is, but it isn’t. 

He didn’t have the time to contemplate modern trends right now. He needed to just grow up and get over it. 

He begrudgingly got changed. He slipped on some Hey Dude shoes he’d gotten, and they were one of his favorite pairs of shoes he’d ever had. They were comfy, easy to get on and off, and they had a pretty design, too.

And just as he was about to leave the bedroom—his bedroom——

—he turned around and grabbed his shirt and slipped it back on. Goddamnit.

He walked down the stairs and found Sam, who was waiting by the door with two towels. He tossed Bucky one, and then snickered. 

“You need some sunscreen?” He teased. Bucky looked around to check if the kids were around before flipping Sam the bird.

Bucky followed Sam out to the water. His swim trunks were red, and he wore a black shirt. 

When the reached the water, Sam dropped his towel on the dock and pulled off his shirt. Bucky glanced away, though he desperately wanted to look.

He dropped his towel on the dock, too, before taking off his shoes. And then..he pulled off his shirt. He took a second to get used to the feeling, taking a few deep breaths.

He followed Sam into the water, swimming around with him. 

“Where’d you learn how to swim?” Sam asked suddenly. Bucky glanced down. Did he look weird? Is that why Sam was asking? 

He glanced back up at Sam’s face, realizing there was no judgment on his face. 

“Summer camp. In 1927. I can’t remember what it was called, but I do remember that there was a lake.” Bucky recalled. He remembered that summer camp. 

He’d been ten, and sleeping in a cot in a huge tent with other boys. They swam together, ate together, got changed together. He made a lot of friends, he thinks. None of those friendships lasted, obviously, most likely due to the lack of communication options in the time period. 

He felt himself zoning out as he found the memory.

There was a lake. A large tent. A mess hall for them to eat in. Trails for hiking. Places for crafts. Things like working with leather and crafting knives. Typical 1927 boy stuff.

Something happened at that camp. Something did, he was sure of it. He couldn’t remember if it was good or bad. No, whatever had happened there was definitely bad. Something told him that his brain was blocking it off for now for a reason.

He did know that he had started to realize that he was gay there. He’d never fully understand that until seven years later, but that summer had kickstarted the whole thing. 

What the hell had happened there that he couldn’t remember?

“Yeah? How was that?” Sam chuckled, snapping Bucky from his thoughts. They treaded the water, facing each other. They were a comfortable three feet apart.

“Fine. We were all butt-naked and it counted as bathing, but fine.” Bucky said, purposefully being expressionless.

Sam couldn’t keep himself from breaking into a smile. “Man, it’s like every time I talk to you, you just drop some random detail that throws off my entire day.” Sam laughs. Bucky grins, too, his lack of a shirt long forgotten.

“Okay, well, how did you learn to swim?” Bucky asked after a long moment of laughter. 

“Right here. I think I was five or six.” Sam grinned.

“You learned to swim here?” Bucky echoes. Sam nods.

“I grew up here, man.” Sam reminds him. 

Bucky nods, reminding himself of that.

“There were hiking trails, and the stars were beautiful. Yeah, we had pollution too, but not like now. You could see the stars every night, there.” Bucky murmured. He remembered that. The stars—there was one trail, that led to a field where there weren’t any trees and it was the best place to stargaze.

“Yeah?” Sam looked at Bucky, and Bucky tried his hardest not to stare at his chest.

He nodded. “Mhm.” 

“I can’t say it’s the same as 1930s summer camp, but the stars are pretty nice out here, too.” Sam raised a brow a little, a soft smile on his face.

“Oh, yeah?” Bucky felt a grin on his own face.

“Yeah. Y’know, I think Sarah’s got some camp chairs. If you want, you and I could see how it compares.” Sam said, a shameless look in his eyes.

Bucky smirked softly, before nodding. “We’ll see if it’s as good as it used to be.”

a/n: yeah uh I did actually combine the last couple of prompts but uhm merry Christmas

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[buldakdealer]

build it better

a sambucky social media au

Although completely smitten with one another, highschool teachers Sam and Bucky seem to have no idea how to make the first move. Their students however are more than up to the task. Love is NOT passing these guys by, not on their watch…

First two chapters out now! Read on ao3!

[abarbaricyalp]

Devastated

I have no excuse. I'm sorry. Rated E // Symbiote PWP // AO3 Link

Sam barely lifted the book that was propped open on his face when the door opened and Bucky dragged himself through it. He was home earlier than Sam was expecting, but not early enough to make Sam panic and startle awake from his half-nap. Typically, when Bucky went on a solo-mision, he took time afterwards to find some dive bar with cheap drinks that still didn’t get him drunk and he watched a baseball game until he cooled off. There were different time tables to this that Sam had become fluent in. This one verged on home-too-soon but Bucky didn’t really seem to be in distress.

“I’m gonna shower,” Bucky grunted without so much as a forehead kiss. Still not unusual, just disappointing.

Sam sat up, catching the book as it fell. “You good?” he asked Bucky’s back. He was already halfway to their bedroom and attached bath.

Bucky nodded without turning around. “Just need ten minutes to myself,” he said. Sam frowned but didn’t argue. He understood. He needed that sometimes too.

“Alright. Take your time,” he called to the shutting door. Maybe he glared at it just a little. He strained to listen through the rooms for any sounds of distress. The shower turned on in a timely fashion and he heard the door bang shut behind Bucky, followed by his curse like he always did when he slammed it on accident. That was enough to convince Sam that Bucky was okay. Maybe there wasn’t a game on at the bar.

He settled back against the couch and put the book over his face again to block out the light. He had no idea how much time had passed when he heard the bedroom door open. He’d actually half fallen asleep again. Still, he sat up again, setting the book aside this time. Bucky was standing in the doorway, wearing a towel around his hips. One hand gripped the doorframe and the other held the knot in the towel. He’d be absolutely devastating if it wasn’t for the shaking of his hands.

“There’s something…in me,” Bucky ground out. It was not the first time he’d said something like that. Normally, though, he was sprawled across the doorway, no towel at all, while he purred and smirked and tossed his dripping hair over his shoulder, maybe made some exaggerated face or moaned. Right now, he just looked constipated.

“Do you…not want there to be something in you?” Sam asked carefully. “We don’t have to fool around tonight if you’re not–”

Bucky shook his head. “No. Not like that. It’s a–” His hands went to his ears and he doubled over suddenly. “I didn’t say parasite!” he shouted.

Sam jumped to his feet too, halfway to Bucky before realizing he wasn’t sure what was happening. “I know you didn’t. But…is it? What’s wrong? Did something happen on the mission? Are you okay?” He put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and found him burning up.

Bucky sagged at the touch, straightening tiredly. “Do you remember Eddie Brock?”

“The journalist exiled to San Fran?” Sam asked before realization washed over him. “Bucky, you didn’t.”

“I didn’t?” Bucky breathed. “I didn’t have a choice in the matter! I don’t even know where it came from!”

Suddenly, something oozed from Bucky’s shoulder, seeming to seep out from his scars like a bad infection. It took the shape of a head and grinned with too many teeth. So many teeth. Holy shit, that was a lot of teeth. Beside it, Bucky had blanched, looking even paler than he normally did. He’d craned his head away from the parasitic alien and the alien’s long neck craned away from him in turn, long, sharp teeth glinting with saliva in the low light of their apartment.

“I am Devastation,” the creature purred. “I was the fourth subject brought with my siblings years ago. Is it Riot who is in Eddie Brock?”

Sam blinked at Devastation. “No,” he said numbly. “It’s called Venom.”

Slimy tendrils raised like eyebrows and then the thing was guffawing, a horrifying sound that seemed to drag metal on metal. Bucky ducked his head out of the way again. “Venom achieved successful symbiosis? Venom is a loser.”

“Watch the news more often,” Sam said drily. “He headlines most nights.”

Devastation swayed back and forth in the air, curling around Bucky’s shoulders and ducking under his arm to slink back up his chest. “I’ve had better things to do at night,” it purred again.

“Like what?” Sam asked.

“You really don’t want to know,” Bucky said.

“How do you know?”

“He’s in my head. I can…hear everything he thinks.”

Which, yeah, Sam kind of remembered that from the debrief about the Brock-Venom situation.

“And I hear everything you think,” Devastation agreed, unwinding itself from Bucky so it could meander over to Sam instead.

Sam didn’t flinch away. This was the stubbornness his mama was always saying was gonna get him into trouble. He still wouldn’t give the alien the satisfaction of getting a reaction from him. “How much of you is there?” Sam asked, reaching over to drag his fingers over the tendril of…body? connecting the alien to Bucky.

“Quite a lot. Size queen.”

Sam’s cheeks blazed and he glared past the creature to Bucky who was blushing just as furiously.

“It seems,” Bucky ground out, sounding angrier than Sam had ever heard him outside of battle, “that Devastation did not inherit the penchant for violence that the other symbiotes have. He’s found a different use for his hosts.”

Devastation wound around Sam the same way it had to Bucky, but in reverse–from Sam’s chest, under his arm, and then draping over his shoulder. Its body was warm and slick, leaving a cool not-damp streak where it slid over Sam’s skin. “I’m a lover, not a fighter. The human body is capable of feats of touch that symbiotes could not achieve on our own.”

“You infect someone long enough to make them have sex and then kill them?” Sam asked in horror.

Devastation whirled away so quickly Sam almost expected it to hurt. It didn’t. Just left him a little cold. “No!” it snapped. “I do not infect anyone! Nor do I make them do anything! Humans are more than willing to do freaky things with me present. I can help make it better. I just have to know where to look for hosts.”

“And you decided on Bucky because?”

Devastation turned to look at Bucky. Even without facing Sam, Sam could see it grin and reveal more razor teeth. “Well, I suppose that was just a stroke of luck. He fell into a crate of eels I was cannibalizing. I transferred into him mostly by accident. But once I was there…”

If Bucky blushed any harder, he was going to combust. He was well past ‘blush’ and definitely into ‘looked like he was in a rage’ territory as far as the red on his face went.

“There is so much libido in him. You’re not using him properly,” Devastation continued. It spiraled back around to Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky was holding himself so tightly, he was shaking. Devastation’s tongue curled from its mouth and dragged up Bucky’s neck and cheek, tracing along his ear. It looked absolutely filthy–both disgusting and, well, filthy. Bucky’s body went bow-string tight and his eyes screwed shut and then he relaxed with a gasp, bending at the waist slightly as he pushed the heel of his hand over his crotch.

“Six,” Devastation purred.

“Oh my God?” Sam breathed.

Continue on AO3

[wwilsonbarness]

still not funny

pairings:  sam wilson x bucky barnes

summary: basically a continuation of the deleted scene <3 

warnings: fluff, tinyyyyy bit of angst

word count: 1932

a/n: I love them so much and after seeing the deleted scene I just had to write this!! 

Feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :) 

I do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted or translated on any other platform.

masterlist

“Thank you for bringing us cake uncle Bucky!” Aj shouts across the table. 

“You’re welcome boys.” Bucky responds, playfully nudging Sam with a smirk. 

“I’m still their favourite uncle so don’t go getting any ideas.” Sam says shooting Bucky a glare.

“We’ll see.” Bucky returns the same look.

“Alright, alright I’m sure the boys love you both plenty, right boys?” 

A mix of “Yep” and “Mhmm Mama” come from Aj and Cass making everyone laugh lightly. 

Bucky couldn’t help but look to his side, focusing on the smile lines on Sam’s face. The way they moved as he looked around at his family. The way his smile kept growing as Sarah and the boys speak about the activities they’re planning tomorrow. He doesn’t realise how long he’s staring until Sam turns to him, toothy grin and all. “Something caught your eye Buck?” He says, his smirk only growing. 

He blinks as Sam’s voice breaks him out of his trance. “Hm? What? No I was just-” He rambles, only stopping when Sam moves his hand towards Bucky’s arm and squeezes slightly. 

“Chill man, I’m just messing with ya.”

Bucky laughs but before he can respond, Sarah calls his name. “You staying here tonight, Bucky?” 

“Oh, I- no that’s okay. Thanks Sarah.” Sam shoots him a look of confusion and answers again for him.

“Yes, he’s staying here tonight.” Bucky looks at him and mirrors the confusion on his face. 

“Guys I really don’t mind getting a room at a motel.”

“Nonsense!” Sarah exclaims as she stands up from the table. “Boys, get ready for bed and I’ll set up the couch for Bucky.” 

“It’s okay Sarah, I’ll do it. You just chill for the night.” Sam says. He gets up to hug the boys and Sarah goodnight. Bucky does the same.

“You sure?” She asks. 

“Yeah I got it.” He says. 

“Okay, goodnight then.” 

“Night!” Bucky says as she walks away before he turns to Sam.

“You know I really don’t mind getting a hotel room Sam.” He says slightly quieter than his normal voice. He didn’t really want to get a hotel room but he equally didn’t want to impose on Sam and his family.

“Come on now, you’re part of the family now Buck, there’s always going to be room for you here.” Sam reassures him with a pat on the back. They both begin to walk up to the house and Bucky heads for the couch. 

“Hey Sam?” Bucky shouts through to the kitchen where Sam was quickly finishing the clean up from the cookout. 

“Yeah?” 

“You got a spare pillow? Maybe a blanket?” 

“Yeah, in my room, hang on.” He puts away the last bowl and strolls through. Bucky could almost see a slight smirk on his face but had no idea why. 

“You know, I can’t really be bothered going all the way up, back down the stairs and all the way back up again.” Sam groans. He had been subtly hinting at Bucky to make a move but he hadn’t caught on, so Sam decided to up the stakes.

Bucky’s a bit confused but responds anyway. “Oh umm, I can get it? Where are they?” He heads for the stairs but stops on the first step, turning to Sam to wait for his answer. 

“Or” Sam trails off. “You could just stay in my room. Beds big enough for both of us.” Sam notices Bucky’s eyes practically fall out the sockets in surprise and suddenly worries that he might’ve overstepped. 

“Oh.” Bucky clears his throat before continuing, he pushes together his thumb and index finger, a nervous tic he had recently developed. “Yeah.. I- okay. If that’s okay with you?.” Truthfully the thought of sleeping in the same bed as Sam was a lot. He hadn’t even really admitted it to himself but there were feelings there, on his part anyway. Spending time with Sam, whether it was fighting on a mission or just sitting with him on the jet made him get a funny feeling inside his chest and he didn’t know how to handle it.

“Wouldn't ask if it wasn't.” Sam responds with a light chuckle. He follows Bucky up the stairs. Sam’s heart was beginning to race and he prayed Bucky couldn’t here it. 

Bucky walks into Sam’s room and looks around. He’d only ever seen it in photos and once on a video call, but it was just as he imagined. It was tidy but had loads of little trinkets around. He sees photos of Sam with Riley, his parents and a baby he assumes is Cass or Aj. There’s also a diary, it looks like it had been read a lot but it had a pen sticking out. Maybe a journal, Bucky thought.

Below the photo wall is a bottle of aftershave, he couldn’t smell it but he guessed it was the smell he had become so used to smelling on Sam. The one that he had grown so attached to recently. It made him feel silly, being attached to a smell but it also made him feel safe and that was a feeling he had been craving ever since he fell off that train in the 40’s. 

He turns to the left and sees Sam’s bed, it was covered in blankets and looked so comfy. It had been a while since he had slept in a bed, his apartment back in new york had a bed but he hadn’t once slept in it. He begins to think about whether he’ll be able to sleep okay but Sam’s voice cuts him off. 

“It’s a hard one.” 

Bucky turns around quickly and looks at Sam, he turns his head slightly, urging Sam to continue. 

“The mattress I mean. Soft beds are the worst. Ya know?” 

“Right.” Bucky says. He hated that Sam had those struggles but it  made him feel better that he wasn’t the only one who did.

Bucky goes to the bathroom first and changes into a pair of sweatpants and vest. He brushes his teeth and heads back to Sam’s room. Sam does the same but takes a little longer, he had a more detailed night routine. He changes into a pair of shorts and leaves his shirt off. He takes the time to wash and moisturise his face and walks back to the room. 

You got a side you prefer Buck?”

“By the door? If that’s okay with you?” 

“Yep.” 

They get into bed and Sam turns all the lights off, just leaving a lamp on his side table on. The room is silent but he can hear Bucky’s deep breathing. “You alright?” 

“Yeah.” Bucky chuckles to try to hide his embarrassment but Sam notices his cheeks warming up and turn a shade of red. “Just been a while since I shared a bed with someone.” 

“Are you uncomfortable?” Sam asks. 

“No! God no!” He wanted to tell Sam he could never feel uncomfortable with him around but he held back. “I just.. The only time I ever really shared a bed was with a girl back in the day.” He admits with a shy grin. 

Sam’s eyebrows raise at that and he takes a deep breath before responding “Is this so different?” He can’t help but chuckle when Bucky’s eyes do that thing again, they really would fall out if it kept happening. 

“Hm?” 

“Is this so different from then?”

“Sam.” Bucky calls his name.

“Bucky.” Sam responds in the same tone.

“Do you..”

“Do I..” 

Bucky takes a breath, he knows what he wants to say but he just can’t get it out. “Do you feel this.. thing between us?” Sam really can’t help his full laugh coming out this time.

“Thing?” He asks, waiting for Bucky to say what he’s really thinking. 

“Sam, If I’ve taken this the wrong way please tell me now to save me the embarrassment.” 

“How can I know unless you tell me?” He was really gonna make him say it wasn’t he?

“Sam, I like you.” 

“I’d hope so, we are partners after all.” Sam teases, he regrets it as he sees Bucky’s face drop. 

“Right.” Bucky nods his head slightly. “Partners.” He starts to turn back and lie down but stops when he feels Sam’s hand on his arm. 

“Oh my god, you idiot! Come here.” With that, Sam pulls Bucky towards him by the neckline of his vest and plants his lips against Bucky’s. The feeling of Sam’s soft lips melting into his was one he didn't think could ever be beaten. It’s a messy kiss and both of them don’t want it to end. Bucky’s the one to pull away, needing a second to catch his breath. He pulls away only slightly and presses his forehead against Sam’s. 

Sam’s tongue comes out his mouth and licks along his lips, chasing the taste of Bucky he had finally gotten after craving it for so long. “I do.” He whispers. Bucky pulls away further and looks at Sam, urging him to continue. “I do feel that thing.” 

Bucky chuckles at that, he feels shy and hides his head in the crook of Sam’s neck for a second. He couldn’t believe he had finally gotten to touch Sam in the way he way too often thought about. 

“What took us so long?” He asks softly but it comes out as a mumble against Sam’s skin. Sam pulls away slightly and places his hands on Bucky’s face. 

“What was that?” He asks and Bucky repeats himself but can’t bring himself to look in Sam’s eyes. 

“I’d say we’ve had a lot on our plates, it didn’t exactly leave us a lot of time to be alone.” Bucky nods along, it’s true. There was always someone or something in their way. “Plus, I like seeing you flustered. It’s cute so I had to play a little.” Sam teases. 

“Hey! I was not flustered.” Bucky argues playfully to which Sam laughs at.

“Buck, I honestly thought your eyes were gonna pop out of your head when I suggested sleeping up here.” Bucky feels his cheeks heat up even more.

“How else was I supposed to react? Sleeping in your bed with you in it.” 

“Aw baby are you getting all flustered again?” 

“You’re so annoying Sam.” Bucky playfully rolls his eyes and hides his smirk.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” They look into each other's eyes for a moment before he responds. 

“Yeah, I really do.” The unspoken true meaning of their words float between them but neither of them bring them to light. 

“Alright enough swooning.” Sam teases. “As much as I’d love to look into your eyes all night, we need to sleep.” 

“Come here then.” Bucky responds, pulling Sam down towards the bed with him. He pulls Sam into his chest and lets him wiggle around until he’s comfy. Their legs tangle under the blanket and Sam rests his arm over Bucky.. “This okay?” Bucky asks. 

“Mhmm. S’perfect.” Sam mumbles. 

It’s silent for a few moments before Bucky breaks it. 

“Sam?” 

“Yeah Buck?” 

“You think Sarah is free after their plans tomorrow?”

“Buck! It’s still not funny!” 

Bucky can’t hold off his laughter.

“It will never not be funny Sam.” He speaks more softly as he continues. “Don’t worry, there’s only one Wilson I got my eyes on.” 

With that he pressed a gentle kiss onto Sam’s forehead and closed his eyes. 

“Goodnight Doll.”  He heard Sam giggle at that and it was the best sound he had ever heard, until Sam responded in his sleepy voice. “Goodnight Babe”

[firstelevens]

the bells stand still and hollow (chapter two)

sam/bucky | alternate universe (d&d/high fantasy au) | rated t | 6k words (2/6 chapters)

In a world of sword fights and spellcasting, Sam joins Steve and Natasha on a quest to break a curse that's been placed on Bucky. The curse rears its head, Sam takes on an apprentice, and Natasha sees everything.

Bucky wakes up with his heart pounding, sweat on his brow and panic gripping his insides. He can make out a vague shape in front of him in the dark, and it’s only when his eyes adjust that he realizes it’s his hand, reaching out towards something he can no longer see.

For the first time in weeks, he slept deeply enough to dream, and he tries to hold on to that sensation as long as he can. He remembers feeling cold air whipping past him, sharp the way that it always is up in the mountains, but instead of the dread that he’d come to associate with that place, all Bucky remembers is warmth at his back and a soothing murmur in his ear. It’s not the first time he’s had the dream, but he isn’t any closer to making sense of it. The images fade, and then there’s only the dark of the tent and the soft sounds of the forest around him.

A too-familiar pressure has already started to build in his temples, and all he can do now that he’s awake is brace for what follows. The crescendo of it is familiar now, but even as he grits his teeth against it, the first pulse of pain is blinding. It lingers the longest, too, a hum in the background of every wave that follows.

His muscles tense even as he wills them not to, his senses all suddenly sharper than they were a moment ago. Where the forest seemed quiet before, he can suddenly hear every rustle of leaves, every animal that scampers over the forest floor. Outside the tent, he hears the snoring that he knows to be Steve, but instead of quelling his worry the way that it did when they were children, it raises his hackles.

He takes you further and further away, hisses something in his head. Keeps you from your destiny. Keeps you from the glory that should be yours, and for what?

( read the rest on AO3 ) | ( start from the beginning )

[skippylov3rs]

Sam : “Don't flirt with my sister.”

Bucky : “Okay.”

*5 minutes later*

*flirts with sam*

[siancore]

SamBucky | E | 2.7k | AO3

Summary: Steve doesn't deserve Sam. He doesn't want Sam as much as Bucky does. Bucky knows this, and now he will get the chance to show Sam.

Content: Anal Sex; Rimming; Tender Railing; Not Steve Rogers Friendly; Language

A/N: Written because of this conversation. Dedicated to @jemgirl86

The hushed sounds can be herd through the walls of the bathroom. Bucky thinks it sounds like Steve and Sam are having a disagreement, but he cannot be sure. Their ‘relationship’ has been tumultuous from the get-go and he has often found himself present with Steve when Sam and the former are at odds.

Bucky combs his hair and muses that Sam deserves better. Better than his friend who will not commit. Better than not being at the center of the whole entire universe. Bucky has certainly had enough of watching Steve put Sam through this farce of a relationship; he can only assume Sam has had enough, too. With a sigh, Bucky checks himself over in the mirror and then exits the bathroom, making a beeline for the common living area he shares with Steve.

There, he finds Sam sitting on the small sofa and Steve standing near the door. The tension between them is palpable. Steve looks apologetic, Sam looks annoyed.

“Everything alright?” asks Bucky of Sam.

“It’s fine, Buck,” says Steve firmly.

“Ask your friend,” Sam replies at the same time.

Steve sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose before saying, “I’m not doin’ this right now, Sam.”

“Nah, of course you’re not,” Sam replies. “You’re runnin’ off to get your dick wet somewhere else, uh?”

Steve narrows his eyes, grabs his jacket from the hanger, and says, “This thing between us ain’t that deep and you know it. You know that. Christ just grow up, Sam.”

He then walks out of the door and slams it behind him. Bucky looks from the door to Sam as Sam gets up from the sofa and rushes into the nearest bedroom, closing the door behind himself.

…..

“Sammy?” Bucky calls out as he raps gently on the door. “You okay?”

He hears some mumbling from the other side.

“Can you unlock the door, please?” he asks. “It’s my room, remember?”

There comes the sound of footfalls and then the click of the lock. Bucky turns the doorknob and pushes it open. He finds Sam standing there looking annoyed.

“You okay?” asks Bucky, reaching out to place a comforting hand to Sam’s upper arm.

“Yeah,” Sam replies, placing his hand over Bucky’s and giving it a squeeze. “I am so fucking done with Steve. He’s a dick.”

Bucky nods his head and then closes the door behind them.

“I know you’re not exclusive. I know he runs between you and Peggy. I know that’s not what you want.”

He sees the pang of hurt flash in Sam’s eyes before Sam drops his head.

“He’s not good enough for you.”

Sam looks up through his long, pretty lashes. There’s the hint of a question forming there. Bucky keeps talking.

“He doesn’t want you like I do.”

“Wh- what?”

Bucky lets out a little amused laugh and says, “Come on, Sammy. You gotta know how much I want you.”

There is a change in the air as it is suddenly filled by tension. Of all of the words Bucky has wanted to say to Sam; every confession that ends up stuck in his throat. Of all of the deep feelings swirling around inside of him. All of the late nights spent awake because he cannot shake Sam from his mind. The aching in his chest because he cannot remove Sam from his heart. There is a change in the air and they both feel it.

“Well,” asks Sam nervously, his pupils dilated. “What were you waiting for?”

“For you to give me a chance,” Bucky replies.

“A chance for what?”

“To show you how much,” he says while reaching his hand up and cupping Sam’s face.

He can feel the slight tremble as he holds Sam’s jaw. Sees how Sam’s lashes flutter against his cheeks as his eyes almost close. Can feel the heat of Sam’s breath as he ghosts his thumb over Sam’s parted lips. Feels his own heart hammering in his chest in anticipation.

“Show me,” Sam whispers softly against the pad of his thumb and Bucky almost doesn’t hear him.

“What’d you say, Baby?” he asks.

“Show me,” Sam repeats. “Show how much you want me.”

Bucky smiles, then. That is all it takes to cement in Bucky’s mind that this is going to happen. He is going to have Sam; to show him what real want feels life. He moves closer, keeping his steely gaze fixed on Sam’s.

Bucky knows what he must look like to Sam, the moment Sam’s eyes widen as he crowds his space and backs him against the wall. He must look feral with want as a look of abandon and pure lust covers his handsome face.

Sam bites his lip and Bucky’s eyes track the movement. He rubs his thumb over the spot, causing Sam to release his lip from between his teeth, just before Bucky leans in and takes Sam’s willing mouth in a kiss.

Bucky’s gluttony for Sam leads him to swipe his tongue along his lips to deepen the kiss. Sam takes it in stride, matching Bucky’s fervor as he sucks on Bucky’s eager tongue and melts into the kiss. Bucky holds Sam in place. They spend some time exploring each other’s lips before pulling apart, breathless.

Bucky cups Sam’s face and stares into his eyes before saying, “I knew you’d taste sweet.”

Sam giggles – fucking giggles – as he dips his head slightly and looks up through his lashes.

“I’m not always sweet,” says Sam as he bites his lip once more.

Bucky smiles at him and says, “I know.”

Then, he brings his lips to Sam’s jaw, pressing kisses right up to his ear, before trailing them down to his neck. Bucky’s hand slides down to the curve of his neck, his thumb resting over Sam’s pulse point, as he bites and laps at the skin there. Sam lets out a needy moan that goes straight to Bucky’s dick.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ hot, Sammy. You know that, right?” asks Bucky, scorching against Sam’s skin.

Sam’s hand comes down to cup Bucky through his sweatpants before he says, “I know you’re hot for it.”

Bucky covers Sam’s hand with his own, guiding him down the length of his hardening cock as both of their breaths hitch.

“Let me show you,” says Bucky.

Sam swallows hard and nods his head before saying, “Yeah. Yes, please.”

Their lips come crashing together in a desperate, heated kiss, as Bucky’s hands move to Sam’s ass. He lifts Sam and wraps his legs about his waist, not breaking the kiss. Sam clings to him as he carries him toward the bed and lays him down. Bucky covers Sam’s form with his own as he settles between Sam’s legs.

“You want this, right?”

“Yes, Buck. I want this. I want you.”

Bucky gives Sam’s lips one more kiss before he leans back onto his knees and then shuffles off the end of the bed. He pulls his shirt over his head, keeping his eyes locked onto Sam who mirrors him. Bucky steps out of his sweats before helping Sam to remove his pants. His eyes roam hungrily over Sam’s body and his smooth, dark skin. Sam is breathtaking. Bucky can’t look away.

“I knew it,” says Bucky as he climbs back onto the bed, placing his hand to Sam’s thigh.

“Knew what?” asks Sam, looking somewhat shyly at the other man.

Bucky leans down, presses a kiss to Sam’s thigh, and says, “I knew you’d be perfect all over.”

He kisses his way up to Sam’s abs, sucking and biting as he goes. Sam threads his fingers through Bucky’s hair and relishes in the feeling of his lips and teeth; the way his stubble drags across Sam’s skin. The way his hardness rests against Sam’s thigh. A shiver courses through Sam’s body as Bucky kisses his chest and then makes his way back up to capture his lips in another searing kiss.

“Can I fuck you?” Bucky whispers against Sam’s lips. “Wanna fuck you raw, Baby.”

Sam moans and tightens his grip on Bucky’s hair before saying, “Yes, shit yes. Do whatever you want.”

Bucky smiles against Sam’s lips before kissing him hungrily. Then, he pulls back, dragging Sam’s lip between his teeth. His hands find Sam’s hips as he flips him over onto his hands and knees. He runs his palm over Sam’s plump ass, tracing the delicious curves, admiring the stark difference of their complexions.

He cups Sam’s ass with both hands, an appreciative growl slipping from his lips as he spreads Sam’s cheeks and sees his pretty, puckered hole. He licks his thumb, presses it to Sam’s opening, and watches it pulse as if to draw Bucky in. Bucky salivates at the sight. He leans down and presses his tongue to Sam’s hole, eliciting a pleasured moan from the other man. He licks and sucks at Sam’s entrance, while reaching between his legs to take hold of his dick.

Sam curses out loud and grips the sheets as Bucky alternates between eating his ass and sucking his cock from behind. He wants to worship Sam; to revere him. He wants to show him exactly what he has been dreaming of doing for the longest time. How he has wanted to taste Sam. How he has wanted to take Sam apart.

He pulls off of Sam’s cock and gives him a few more strokes before rubbing his finger over Sam’s hole once more. He places wet kisses to Sam’s back as he reaches over him grab the lube from his nightstand. He kneels behind Sam and uncaps the lube, pouring a hefty amount onto his fingers. He takes a moment to warm up the substance before pressing the pad of his finger to Sam’s opening.

“Hmmm,” Sam moans as his hole pulses again, as if trying to pull Bucky in.

“Fuck,” says Bucky, as his cock is set harder still.

He grips hold of Sam’s hip and teases his entrance. Sam whimpers, almost pleadingly, as Bucky circles his hole. His cock leaks precum onto Bucky’s duvet as he rocks backward, trying to get Bucky to press into him.

“You want more?” asks Bucky, to which Sam moans in the affirmative.

Bucky give’s Sam’s ass a squeeze and says, “Alright. I got you, Baby.”

With that, he eases a finger inside of Sam’s tight heat. Sam is so hot. Takes his fingers so well. Bucky’s cock pulses out of jealousy. He adds another finger and begins to work Sam open. His moans urge Bucky on. The way he clenches around Bucky’s fingers spurs him forward. He curls them deftly and Sam calls out his name. Bucky almost comes then and there. Instead, he takes a deep breath and continues to finger fuck Sam’s pliant little hole.

Sam spreads his legs wider and rocks back, trying to take more of Bucky. Begging with his body and his needly little whines. It’s almost too much for the both of them. Sam, being taken care of, and Bucky, watching Sam take what he needs.

“Fuck, Baby, you’re pretty like this,” Bucky whispers, low with lust.

“More, please,” Sam manages as he fucks himself back onto Bucky’s lithe fingers. “Please, Buck.”

Bucky curls his fingers once more, eliciting another pleasured yelp from Sam, before removing them. Sam almost cries at the loss. Instead, he turns around to look at Bucky. What he sees nearly makes him pass out. The sheer want in his gaze. The darkness of his eyes. The need therein.

Bucky holds Sam’s gaze as he slicks his cock and then presses his large crown against Sam’s hole, open and willing. He places his knees behind Sam’s, pushes inside, and both of their mouths fall agape from the searing heat. Sam’s head drops to his forearms as Bucky’s eyes roll closes.

“Fuck, Sammy,” Bucky breathes as he bottoms out.

“Jesus, Buck,” Sam whimpers as he spreads his legs farther apart, pulling Bucky in deeper.

Bucky swears he sees stars as he withdraws to his hilt, and then snaps his hips forward. Both men let out deep, guttural moans as Bucky thrusts inside of Sam again and yet again. Chasing the moans that are almost drowned out by the forceful sound of damp skin smacking against damp skin. Bucky watches as his thick cock slips in and out of Sam’s pretty hole over and over for as long as he can.

He needs to see Sam’s face. He needs to see him. Bucky fucks into him a few more times with more fervor, before he pulls out, grips Sam’s hips, and rolls him to his back. Sam reaches for Bucky and pulls him down into a wet, desperate kiss. Their bodies mesh together, slick from sweat, chests heaving with each pant. Bucky slides against Sam, pressing Sam’s hardness deliciously against his firm abs. Sam moans into the kiss as he wraps his legs around Bucky’s hips. Bucky reaches between them, takes his dripping cock in his hand, and slides back inside of Sam. He kisses away their moans and begins to fuck Sam once more.

He is truly beautiful like this, Bucky finds the presence of mind to realize, as he rocks on top of Sam. As they hold one another and take their pleasure. In this moment where nothing else matters but what they are feeling.

Sam’s composure crumbles first as Bucky strikes at his spot just right. He clenches his thighs tighter, pulling Bucky deeper, and then he comes hard, with thick, white ribbons coating both of their chests and abs. Sam’s pulsing around Bucky’s cock pulls his orgasm from him. Bucky tenses a beat and then fills Sam with his seed. Both men collapse in a sweaty heap and fight to catch their breaths. Bucky kisses Sam’s damp brow as he slips his spent cock out of Sam.

After a moment, Bucky goes to get a warm, wet towel and returns to his bedroom. He finds Sam lying on his stomach with one leg bent at the knee. He’s stunning as he lies there coming down from his climax. Bucky stares a moment longer, his cock twitches at the sight of his come dribbling from out of Sam’s well-fucked hole.

“I got you,” says Bucky as he begins to clean Sam gently; Sam allows it, relishing in that feeling of being taken care of.

When Bucky is pleased with his efforts, he pats Sam’s ass and says, “Hop up a sec, let me change the covers. We made a mess.”

Sam looks at him and says, “Dude, I don’t think I can stand after that.”

Bucky lets out a little laugh, reaches out a hand, and helps Sam to his feet. He wraps his arms around Sam’s waist and stares into his eyes. They share a soft, chaste kiss before holding one another and swaying together.

…..

Later, the sheets are clean, and Sam and Bucky are spooning in the bed, sated and happy, with a movie playing on Bucky’s laptop. Bucky runs his hand up and down Sam’s arm and peppers soft little kisses to his neck.

“I meant what I said before,” says Bucky, causing Sam to pause the movie and roll over to face him.

“What?” Sam asks as he tucks Bucky’s hair behind his ear.

“Steve,” Bucky starts. “He isn’t good enough for you. You deserve better. You deserve better than to be held at arm’s length. Treated so fuckin’ casually. You deserve the world.”

Sam’s breath catches at the sincerity behind Bucky’s words. He reaches his hand down to cup Bucky’s chin, resting the pad of his thumb in the small dimple there.

“And you wanna be the one who gives it to me?” asks Sam, almost afraid of the answer.

“If you’ll let me,” Bucky whispers in reply. “Doesn’t have to be today or tomorrow. I’m not makin’ assumptions because we had sex. If you need time, I’ll wait for you until you’re ready.”

“Really?” asks Sam.

“Yes, really,” Bucky supplies in earnest. “I care about you, so fucking much.”

“I care about you, too,” says Sam before leaning in to kiss Bucky’s lips. “Will you really wait until I’m ready?”

“Yes,” Bucky promises with a kiss to Sam’s brow; a promise of a future together; a promise of care and consideration. “You are so worth it, Sammy. You are so worth the wait.”

[sambuckylibrary]

All TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024 Fills

Thank you to all who participated in this event! here are all the fills you created!

Week 5: No Powers AU by @funsized-loser | SamBucky Fic Rec List | Rated: N/A-E | 13 Fics + 7 Fic Writers Generally Recced |

[podfic] I Could Never Hold Your Heart In My Hand (my darling you already do) by @funsized-loser with original fic by @abarbaricyalp | Rated: T | Length: 1.5-2 Hrs | Snow White Fusion, Fantasy AU, Curse Breaking | AO3 |

Week 5: Ghost/Zombie AU by @funsized-loser | SamBucky Fic Rec List | Rated: T-E | 7 Fics + 1 Fanart |

The Romanian by @six2vii | Rated: T | WC: 5.4K | No Powers AU, Western AU, Fluff and Humor | AO3 |

Upon Faith by @abarbaricyalp | Rated: E | WC: 26.8K | Skrulls, Divorce Arc, Better Thunderbolts Ideas, Better Captain America 4 Ideas | AO3 |

Week 6: Didn't Know They Were Dating/Friends With Benefits | SamBucky Fic Rec List | Rated: G-E | 10 Fics + 1 Podfic |

Off Mission by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: T | WC: 2K | Hurt/Comfort, Better Thunderbolts Ideas, Bucky Takes Care of Sam | Off Mission |

Cheesecakes at Kitchen Tables by @abarbaricyalp | Rated: G | WC: 2.9K | Didn't Know They Were Dating, Matchmaking, POV Original Character | AO3 |

Hanging In There by @abarbaricyalp | Rated: G | WC: 3.4K | No Powers AU, Meet-Ugly, Fluff | AO3 |

Untitled by @onesmolangel | Art | Hurt/Comfort, TFATWS Episode 6 "One World, One People", Hug |

sixteen carriages driving away by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: M | WC: 3.2K | Western AU, Technically Better Thunderbolts Ideas Inspired, Hurt/Comfort | AO3 |

Very Casual by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: E | WC: 2.4K | Didn't Know They Were Dating, Friends with Benefits, Post-CATWS | AO3 |

Let Me Just Walk You Through a Hypothetical by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: G | WC: 1.5K | “Let Me Just Walk You Through a Hypothetical”, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Getting Together | AO3 |

You’re Just Gonna Set Me Up Like That, Huh? by @funsized-loser | Rated: T | WC: 986 | “You’re Just Gonnaa Set Me Up Like That, Huh?”, TW: Blood/Injury, Cute |

You’re Just Gonna Set Me Up Like That, Huh? by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: E | WC: 1.8K | “You’re Just Gonna Set Me Up Like That, Huh?”, Gay Chicken (Sort of), Actions Do Indeed Have Consequences | AO3 |

A thousand times yes by noe3489 | Rated: G | WC: 591 | Meanwhile… On the Boat, First Kiss, Love Confessions | AO3 |

Untitled by @abarbaricyalp | Rated: N/A | WC: 511 | “Let Me Just Walk You Through a Hypothetical”, Fluff, Established Relationship |

What We Want by noe3489 | Rated: G | WC: 1.6K | Divorce Arc, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sharing a Bed | AO3 |

“Fixing the Boat” by @thatmexisaurusrex | Art | Meanwhile… On the Boat, Gif, Domestic Fluff |

“Sam Finds the Note” and “Bucky Has Regrets” by @thatmexisaurusrex | Art | Divorce Arc, Angst, Thunderbolts Era |

Untitled by @abarbaricyalp | Rated: N/A | WC: 2.9K | “You’re Just Gonna Set Me Up Like That, Huh?”, POV Annalise (Darlene’s Friend), Tooth-Rotting Fluff |

Another Natasha by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: T | WC: 2.8K | Skrulls, Fostering, Established Relationship | AO3 |

Third Time’s The Charm by @exbex | Rated: G | WC: 3.6K | Reunite in Wakanda, Speculation for Thunderbolts, Temporary Character Death | AO3 |

Want to Live in Your Personal Space by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: E | WC: 4.4K | Laying Low, Getting Together, Bucky Barnes Takes Care of Sam Wilson | AO3 |

Soul Stone Fic Recs by @funsized-loser | Rated: T-M | SamBucky Fic Reclist | Five Fics |

Victory Party by @funsized-loser | Rated: T | WC: 1.3K | Victory Party, Bittersweet, Let Sam Grieve His Lost Friend |

and if you go chasing rabbits by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: T | WC: 4.5K | Soul Stone, Getting Together (Sort of), Bittersweet | AO3 |

Acting Weird by noe3489 | Rated: N/A | WC: 1.4K | “Can you move your seat up?”, Preslash, Idiots in Love | AO3 |

Never Hit Send, Never Called Again by @abarbaricyalp | Rated: N/A | WC: 3.2K | 6 Months of Ghosting, Post-Endgame, Texting |

Sam Gets Ghosted for Six Months / Bucky Loses His Nerve for Six Months by @thatmexisaurusrex | SamBucky Fanart | 6 Months of Ghosting, Bittersweet, Gifs |

“I don’t think he’s the kind you save.” by @thatmexisaurusrex | art | SamBucky Edit, “I don’t think he’s the kind you save”, enemies to lovers.

The Exact Kind of Guy You Save (And Who Saves You) by noe3489 | Rated: G | WC: 523 | “I don’t think he’s the kind you save”, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Pre-Relationship | AO3 |

Sam Searches for Bucky by @funsized-loser | Rated: M | WC: 1.1K | Sleeping Together, Sam Searches For Bucky, Fluff But a Little Bittersweet |

Right moment by noe3489 | Rated: T | WC: 1.3K | Sam Searches for Bucky, Past Sam Wilson/Riley, Hurt/Comfort | AO3 |

The Kind You Save by @abarbaricyalp | Rated: N/A | WC: 1.2K | “I don’t think he’s the kind you save”, this one’s angsty y'all, “You’re the one who gets saved.” hits you like a ton of bricks |

Distraction Tactics by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: T | WC: 1.1K | “Can you move your seat up?”, crack treated seriously, fluff with light angst | AO3 |

Acting Weird by noe3489 | Rated: N/A | WC: 803 | “Can you move your seat up?”, Pre-Slash, Idiots in Love | AO3 |

Won’t Let You Fall by @exbex | Rated: T | WC: 776 | Team Up at the Airport, Feelings Realization, Getting Together | AO3 |

At the airport by noe3489 | Rated: G | WC: 1K | Team up at the Airport, Pre-Slash, POV Steve Rogers | AO3 |

Post-WS/Sam-Finds-Bucky fics by @abarbaricyalp | SamBucky Fic Reclist | Rated: G-E | Seven Fics |

[sesamestreep]

it's still technically @firstelevens 's birth month (for a few more hours) but spiritually it's her birthday all year round, so I'm still good to post these fake book covers I made for a few more of my favorite of her sambucky fics! happy (belated...) birthday, bestie!! and thank you for blessing us all with your writing!!

counted days, counted miles [2.5K words, 1 chapter, complete, standalone] - a very zainab take on Sam and Bucky's current MCU divorce era, which is to say, a deeply charming and unexpectedly emotional epistolary fic about two very busy superheroes just trying to make it work 💌🖊️ nothing sweeter than my baby [12K words, 1 chapter, complete, part 2 of a series] - a follow up to sugar pie, honey bunch (aka the bake-off AU), in which America's favorite couple from their favorite baking competition reality show try (and somehow fail?) to get engaged several times before they ultimately get it right 💍🍰 midnight driving with the windows [45K words, 12 chapters, complete, part 1 of a series] - an AU that imagines Sam and Bucky as drivers for a Formula 1 racing team over the course of a dramatic season during which they win some and lose some, but mostly they just fall in love 🏁🏎️

and a little bonus design I made:

the real ones who've read part 3 of the F1 AU will get it. the rest of you will just have to catch up, i guess... 🏍️��

[cobrafantasies]

really random au thought. I was just thinking about Bucky meeting a modern Sam and finding out he's a closet organizer. He's so smitten that Bucky hires him on the spot. Only for Sam to find out he barely uses half a closet for his puny collection of tight t-shirts, jeans, and jackets. Sam tells him he has nothing to organize and he'll give Bucky his money back. Bucky tells him to take him to dinner instead.

[questionableratatouille00]

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Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes) 

Summary: A day at the beach never goes wrong. Right?

Bingo Fill: ‘Beach Day’ for the Vacation card in @sambuckylibrary’s summer bingo!

Warnings: Language, destruction of shoes, let me know if anything else needs to be tagged!

It was the perfect day for the beach. The sand was warm, but not burn-your-feet-boiling, the water was cool and refreshing but not cold, and Bucky was with his best guy. Nothing could ruin the day.

Well, besides the sun. Bucky sat, tucked away under the umbrella, as Sam laid in the sun. No matter how much Sam had tried to assure Bucky, he was adamant that no amount of sunscreen could protect his incredibly pale skin.

“And the metal on the arm will get too hot. It’ll burn my shoulder,” Bucky had reasoned.

Sam rolled his eyes. “I know for a fact that the vibranium doesn’t do that. If it did, the shield would be boiling half the time.”

Bucky grumbled something as he leaned back, his sunglasses making his grumpy face look especially goofy.

Sam glanced at his boyfriend as he felt the ground rumble. No way in hell was there just a random earthquake—it had to be something else.

Bucky sat up as the umbrella shook along with the ground. Readjusting his black sunglasses and purple Hawaiian shirt, he glanced at Sam.

Attempting to not be distracted by his boyfriend’s chiseled torso, Sam stood, trying to get a good footing in his flip flops.

When he heard screaming further down the beach, he pulled Bucky to his feet.

“Do you have the shield?” Bucky called as he slipped on his treasured HeyDude shoes (Sam thinks they look goofy), grimacing as he felt the sand in them.

“What, you think I bring it everywhere?” Sam snapped back.

“Do you have it?” He called again. Sam grimaced as he pulled the shield from its case, perfectly tucked away in the beach bag.

Bucky grinned as if he’d won a million dollars.

“I can’t run in flip flops.” Sam huffed as he settled the shield in his grasp.

Bucky, rolling his eyes, slowly slipped off his shoes. He kicked them towards Sam. “Give me your shoes,” he told his boyfriend.

Sam kicked off his flip flops, muttering a begrudging ‘thank you’.

Sam slipped Bucky’s beloved shoes on, dashing towards the danger. As he got closer down the beach, he noticed what the issue was.

There was three things Sam noticed immediately:

The first was that there was a man who was definitely made of sand.

The second was that Dr. Strange—the wizard—was using his weird magic to form a lasso around said sand man.

And the third thing was a young girl who’d Sam had definitely seen before—though he couldn’t remember where—who was currently being thrown around by aforementioned sand man.

Bucky quickly caught up to him, the former brainwashed assassin not being hindered by a pair of shoes.

“What the hell?” Bucky grumbled quietly as he glanced at the wizard.

“Strange, what the hell is going on?” Sam yelled, readjusting the shield’s leather straps in his grip.

“When the Scarlet Witch tried to kill America, she used these demons, sent out almost as bounty hunters. We thought all the remaining ones went back to wherever they came from after she died. Clearly, one didn’t get the memo.” He huffed.

“Christ.” Bucky muttered.

Sam got to fighting, and Bucky got to trying to get the girl safe.

Sam growled at the feeling of his—Bucky’s—shoes filling with sand, knowing his partner would throw a (somewhat serious) fit over it later.

Using the shield to slice through the sand man didn’t work very well, considering the man could just reattach himself as he pleased.

Finally, at just the right time, Sam sliced through the man as Bucky pulled the girl away by her arms. Seizing the opportunity, Strange opened a portal to send Sandy Satan away.

Sam panted, sweat dripping down his forehead. Bucky was checking over the girl, and once he realized she was fine, he quickly ran over to Sam.

“You okay?” He asked, gently grasping at Sam’s shoulders and pulling him out of his hunched posture.

Sam nodded. “Yeah. Just got a hell of a lot of sand in my mouth.”

Bucky smiled at that.

a/n: I’m gonna be posting a lot more (hopefully) in the summer, and here’s something I’ve been working on lately!

[bingo masterlist]

graphics by @saradika-graphics