#can you imagine if there was a track in the fucking...whatever the sambucky show was called titled SamBucky

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just remembered natalie holt named the lokius theme Lokius

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The funniest au for sambucky to me is the son of the priest sam having so many kinks but bad boy bucky with the leather jackets, rbf, motorcycle, black clothes and cigarettes is a vanilla guy. i mean its really ooc but hey it works so well with them two like the potential is huge

Yes! This is an interesting premise for an AU. 

I imagine the boys start off knowing one another as acquaintances through mutual friends. Bucky has a crush on Sam, and Sam is thirsting after Bucky. Both are dumbasses and don’t know how to make the first move, mainly because Sam’s a submissive type and Bucky doesn’t think he has a chance with the preacher’s son.

Sam takes an immediate interest in Bucky because his RBF is stern. He looks stern. Sammy likes it when a guy is stern like that with him. Able to discipline him and be strict. Enforce a set of rules with him. Have a swift, deft hand to punish him if he breaks those rules. When Sam is around Bucky and he’s wearing that serious expression, Sam almost melts into the floor.

Bucky’s just trying really hard to keep his features serious when he’s near Sam because he doesn’t want to come off as a giddy, smiling fool since he feels like a giddy schoolboy on the inside when Sam gives him a bashful smile. 

Sam loves leather. He loves the way it feels tethered tightly against the soft skin on his wrists; how it’s harsh against his elegant neck. Sam loves how Bucky’s leather jacket smells. How it doesn’t quite mask his natural, musky scent, and both mixed together makes Sam’s head swim and his knees weak. He feels intoxicated when Bucky wears it near him. He salivates at the thought of what Bucky could do to him wearing those leather gloves: How he could squeeze; pull; pin; smack; hold; stretch; and caress just right.

Bucky wears his leather jacket and gloves because he rides a motorcycle. He thinks Sam finds his motorcycle attractive because when he shows up on it, Sam gets this look in his eyes Bucky can’t quite explain. But he likes it when Sam looks at him like that.

As time goes on, and they’re more friends than acquaintances, Sam sometimes feels soft and slutty when he and Bucky are hanging out in their peer group having a few drinks. He finds any opportunity to flirt with Bucky; sidle up next to him; rest his head on his shoulder or in his lap; shake his ass in front of him; run his fingers through Bucky’s hair; bat his eyes; cling to him; be a little bratty and pouty; demand his attention. 

Sam has no trouble getting Bucky’s attention. When they’re hanging out with their friends, Bucky’s gaze is always tracking Sam’s movements. When Sam leans into him and looks up at him through those long, pretty eyelashes, Bucky doesn’t know what to do with himself. He lets Sam lean all over him and be flirty. He likes it. He likes it a lot. He wants to touch Sam back, but they’re friends and have been drinking. If something were to happen between them, he wants it to be when they’re both in their right mind.

When something finally happens, it’s after an argument between the boys. Sam, in an attempt to force Bucky’s hand, flirts with someone else at a party. Instead of Bucky claiming Sam, he is upset and quickly leaves. Sam takes it as disinterest on Bucky’s part and goes home alone, feeling sad about the whole thing.

Bucky thought Sam liked him, but when he saw him flirting with someone else at the party, he felt his heart sink and all of the air leave his lungs. He couldn’t stay there and watch some other man take Sam home.

Sam doesn’t know how it happened, but one minute he and Bucky are having a petty argument about what happened at the party, the next Bucky has him pinned against the wall. Sam can smell his muskiness under his leather. Sam’s head is spinning. He’s breathing heavy. He forgets about their argument and the harsh words that fell from his mouth; he’d much rather replace them with Bucky’s cock.

Bucky didn’t mean to do it. He didn’t mean to push Sam up against the wall and press himself flush against the other man. He was just being so fucking unbearable and mouthy; he was being such a little brat. He was winding Bucky up. Getting too close; being too accusatory. Didn’t he know how much Bucky wanted him? How could he not see it? Why was he always so difficult? Bucky didn’t mean it when he grabbed Sam’s shoulders and shoved him backwards, pressing his back firmly to the wall. He’d never do anything to hurt Sam. He regretted it right away, that was until he saw the look in Sam’s eyes: Fiery and aroused. And Bucky kisses him.

Fuckin’ finally, Sam thinks.

Bucky, in his eagerness to have Sam, is a little rough. He curses himself inwardly and apologises, promptly slowing down and being gentler. Sam kisses his neck and whispers in his ear, “Do whatever you want to me. Don’t hold back. I want it rough.”

Bucky gives Sam whatever he wants and Sam is in heaven.

The first time Sam begs Bucky to wrap his hand around his throat, and Sam cums harder than he ever has, Bucky’s a little surprised. But he is willing to do just about anything to please his Sammy.

They have a lot of fun just talking about all of Sam’s kinks. Bucky doesn’t know if he has any. Sam reassures him they can figure it out together. Bucky thinks making Sam happy just might be one.