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jemgirl86:

unrequited love when Sam is the one pining is just not classy

Yeah, I simply cannot read 5000 words of Sam pining over Bucky. It’s unrealistic. It’s literally traumatizing. It’s - honestly, it’s gross lol

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this Sam with this Bucky

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Joaquin Torres x Sam Wilson
Rating: ❗Explicit❗
Tags: Threesome, Double Penetration, Sex Toys, Pet Names, Blowjobs/face straddling, Top Bucky, Top Sam, Bottom Joaquin

This is a sequel to “butterfly”  in which Joaquin has given up hope on ever being fucked by Sam and Bucky again, and figures he might as well help himself.

For@winterfalconevents​  Bingo: Accidental Eavesdropping (B3) AND Anniversary Week “Joaquin Torres”
For@buckybarnesbingo​  Bingo: Double Penetration (C2)

So, the thing is, Joaquin has been on edge ever since — The Mission.

The one where both his partners fucked him silly, with a sort-of promise for more, except it’s been two months and there’s been nothingdespite having been on missions with each of them.

Did he hallucinate the whole fucking thing?

He’s pretty sure he didn’t, because he was still sore as hell the next day and a bit. He’s pretty sure because Bucky and Sam both look at him with an extra glint in their eyes. He’s pretty sure because Bucky will casually call him darling and sweetheart and Sam is winking at him when nobody else is looking.

Still, he has nothing to show for it.

The next mission, he decides, fuck it, he’s not getting laid by these two again, and whatever that’s fine, he guesses. He’ll bringcompany.

Except, the next mission is also a doozy. They had to clear out one of AIM’s hideouts, and there were just so many of them. More than they anticipated, anyway, and way more evidence to take back with them. They’re going to have to call another jet out.

“Now what?” Joaquin asks.

“Looks like we’re staying,” Sam declares. “Hotel, then. There’s one two klicks north.”

They walk to the hotel, causally, like Joaquin’s not dying on the inside to ask them both if they’re gonna fuck him again.

But, you know, professionalism and all. So he nods, and smiles, corrects Bucky on the score for the Knicks game from last night and answers Sam’s questions about why it’s so fucking hot outside.

The correct answer was global warming, not the fact that Joaquin has an unbearable desire to ride either of them. Both of them.

It’s no surprise when they get two separate rooms, but it’s still disappointing.

It’s fine. It’s fine. Because unlike the previous times he’d been an idiot, this time, he’s actually brought relief with him. He’s past the point of embarrassment, really. If they weren’t going to fuck him, he would simply have to fuck himself.

“Night,” he chirps cheerfully as he waves at them, passing by them.

“Night, baby bird,” Bucky croons and Joaquin nearly brains himself on the doorway to his room.

No matter, Joaquin thinks, still a little nervous. He first takes a shower to calm himself, to wash away the mission stress and sweat. As the water cascades around him, he starts to relax, his hands drifting downward. Biting his lip to keep quiet – damn Bucky’s enhanced hearing – he thinks about the way Sam and Bucky move, all rippling muscle and perfectly executed maneuvers. He closes his eyes, recalling the way Sam flies and the way Bucky could so easily deflect a hailstorm of bullets with just his arm.

He takes his time under the steamy spray, sneaking his finger inside himself. Belatedly, he wishes he’d brought his toy with him, but he supposes the wait would be worth it. He cleans himself thoroughly, letting his body melt under the cooling water as he swallows and his fingers slipping in and out. Leaning his forehead against the tiles, he fingers himself slowly, eyes closed as he fantasizes about the both of them. He thinks back to the first time, to the feeling of both of them, and the stretch. Oh, that had him sore for a while.

The water’s running out of heat now, so he takes it as his cue to step out, hard and aching. In his travel bag, he takes out his beloved Kraken, his heart starting to race again. He eyes their conjoining door, which he knows he locked, but there’s something still thrilling about doing this so close to them.

Nervously, he goes to check the lock again, but as he nears the door he can hear…Well, everything.

“God, fuck, Sammy, always so tight, angel.

“Buck, baby, come on, all the way. Can handle it.”

“Mm, gonna let me fuck you right through the wall, aren’t ya?”

“Yeah, fuck, yes, harder.”

Joaquin’s entire body tingles at the exchange, and he curses himself, his cock twitching for attention. He’d accidentally just overheard something right out of his spank bank.

Why am I being tortured like this?? He scrambles into bed now, burning with impatience. He’d planned on continuing his activities from the shower, the slow, sensual fingering, but that plan is out the window now.

With a generous amount of lube, he slicks up his dildo, closes his eyes and brings up the same memory that he’s been jerking off to for months now.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Bucky croaked. “Let me come inside you, huh?”

“Gonna let your Captain fuck you silly?”

“And are you gonna be good, and suck your Sergeant off?”

“Well, ain’t that a sight.”

Joaquin’s eyes fly open as he looks up, to Sam standing at the foot of his bed, arms crossed over his bare, broad chest with a smirk.

“Well, I can see why you didn’t hear us checkin’ in on ya,” Bucky murmurs, sidling up to the side of the bed, in just a pair of briefs.

Joaquin, still frozen and impaled on his own toy, he’d apparently been so lost in thought that he hadn’t heard them call for him, or, maybe, he’d just thought it was part of his fantasy.

“Uh –”

Bucky grins and leans against the dresser beside the bed. “Well, don’t let us interrupt you.”

He’s close enough that Torres can make out the outline of his semi-hard cock in the black briefs.

Christ, is he drooling? Maybe.

“Not yet,” Bucky answers.

Oops, was that out loud?

His brain finally reboots, and he slowly pulls the Kraken out of himself, biting his lip to stop himself from moaning.

“Nuh-uh,” Sam says, kneeling on the bed between Joaquin’s legs, nudging the toy back in. “We were enjoying the show.

Joaquin flushes from head to toe, and he really can’t hold back the groan at feeling Sam pushing it back in him. It’s like he can feel every ridge and bump as Sam takes his time inching in. Clutching the hotel sheets beneath him, his toes curl as Sam begins to slowly fuck him with it, licking his lips.

“Please tell me I’m not dreaming,” Joaquin manages, looking up at Bucky. Bucky, who’s tugged his briefs down and is casually jerking himself off.

Oh my god. Joaquin swallows dryly, watching Bucky watch him. The briefs are stretched dangerously over Bucky’s Thighs™, digging into the muscle, and Joaquin wants to tear them off. With his teeth.

“Aw,” Bucky chuckles. “Did you think we forgot about you, baby bird?”

“Couldn’tpossibly forget about this,” Sam jumps in, with a particularly deep thrust, causing Joaquin to cry out. “But looks like you just couldn’t wait for us, huh?”

“I did!” Joaquin blurts out. “Fuck, I waited – so long.”

“Iunno,” Bucky contemplates, finally — finally– coming closer, stepping out of his last article of clothing. “How do we know you haven’t been getting off like this, without us, the whole time?

“I haven’t, I haven’t,” Torres blabbers, his feet dragging up the bed as Sam continues his tortuous assault. “Promise.”

“Oh, you promise, huh?” Sam mocks, stilling. Then, he puts a firm hand over the base of the tentacle, keeping Joaquin filled.

“Iswear,” Joaquin tries again. Anything to get them fucking. “S’not – not enough, not you, god, please…”

Bucky surges forward to kiss Joaquin fiercely, and Joaquin makes a needy noise. It’s like Joaquin had been stranded in the desert and Bucky was an oasis. He hangs onto the back of Bucky’s neck with both his hands, as if trying to keep him there, though Bucky could obviously easily pull away. He feels Bucky smile against his lips.

“Baby slut, you jus’ trying to make us feel better now?”

“No, I swear,” Joaquin protests vehemently. “I want you, both of you, think about it all the time, toy’s not enough –”

“Prove it,” Sam challenges, with a small push on the dildo. Joaquin’s legs try to close, but Sam pries them open again. “Nuh-uh, none of that now. Go on, you were saying something about missing our cocks, weren’t you?”

“Sammy, ever the genius,” Bucky adds, now also kneeling on the bed, beside Joaquin’s head. “Miss my cock so much? Then prove it.”

He shivers at the growl in Bucky’s voice and instantly takes Bucky’s heavy cock in his mouth. He moans, sucking greedily because he’s determined to show them he meant every word. His hands reach out to skim up the muscular thighs, and he squeezes them, simultaneously jealous and turned on.

“Fuckingdammit,” Bucky curses, his hips starting to rock slowly in time with Joaquin’s eager bobbing. Bucky smells like sex and Sam’s body wash, which inexplicably makes Joaquin that much more turned on. Which really, really shouldn’t be possible.

“Come on, you can both do better than that,” Sam goads, spitting in his hand to wrap around Joaquin’s neglected dick, while slowly taking the toy out.

Can I? Joaquin thinks to himself, because he’s doubting his abilities to even think let alone do better. Do better, like: take Bucky’s dick down like a champ the way he wantsto. Sam runs his fingers through the mess at Joaquin’s hole, making a content noise, and taking himself in hand. He helps himself to the lube that Joaquin’s left on the bed before smoothing his free hand up Joaquin’s thigh, stopping to cup his balls lightly.

He makes a noise muffled around Bucky’s cock when Sam nudges at his entrance. Bucky pulls himself out, so they can both watch Sam push in and while Joaquin hisses out in pleasure, Bucky rumbles hungrily.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby J,” Sam purrs, his hands underneath Joaquin’s thighs to hold his legs open. “So nice and wet for me, all prepped like a good boy. Now come on, get back to it. Now try not to bite down, I’m pretty fond of Bucky’s dick.”

I’m fond of Bucky’s everything.

“Tch,” is all Bucky replies with, before he gracefully hikes his leg over on the other side, until he’s straddling Joaquin’s face.

OH.Joaquin quickly gets his hands back on Bucky’s Thighs™ — Jesus, they feel amazing, especially when he flexes them to get deeper in Joaquin’s throat. He’s doing his best to tilt his head and relax his throat for Bucky, but his eyes are watering regardless, especially when Sam keeps inching in slowly. The headboard creaks dangerously under Bucky’s vibranium hand, while the other gently skims along Joaquin’s cheek and neck, no doubt feeling himself inside Joaquin’s mouth. Fuck, that’s hot.

“Mmff!” He lets his nails dig into the meat of Bucky’s legs, daring to get his hands on Bucky’s ass to wordlessly say keep going.

“Ooh, now that’s an idea,” Sam sings. “Yeah, baby, you keep your hands there, spread him open for me, just like that.”

It hadn’t even occurred to Joaquin that he was doing anything other than hanging on for dear life, but he feels Sam’s hand over his, pushing on it, forcing him to really grab a handful of Bucky’s ass. The moan Bucky lets out spurs him on, driving Joaquin to really knead at the ever-moving glutes in his hands.

Sam’s hand moves up Bucky’s back, urging Bucky to lower himself a bit, and Joaquin nearly yelps when Sam tugs him up enough he ends up in Sam’s lap.

Fuck!”

Joaquin’s eyes fly upward, and he stares in fascination as Bucky’s jaw goes slack, his eyes fluttering. His hips stutter, cock jerking inside Joaquin’s mouth as he turns his face into his own arm, panting.

“Mmm, taste like heaven, baby.” Sam’s voice is muffled, and it’s then that Joaquin realizes Sam’s got his tongue inside Bucky’s ass, while Joaquin’s spreading him open. Bucky swallows a groan, his body shuddering.

Oh, fuck, Bucky’s about to come. Joaquin hollows his cheeks to try and bring Bucky over the finish line.

God,” Bucky’s strangled voice manages as he comes, hard enough to make Joaquin splutter and cough as he swallows the endless fountain greedily. There’s just so much of it, that he feels some of the hot fluid escape, leaking out of the corners of his mouth onto the pillow below. Bucky swipes his finger up Joaquin’s face, and with his deep blue eyes, unblinking, he dips his fingers in Joaquin’s mouth to clean off.

As Bucky rolls off, dropping onto the mattress beside them, Joaquin watches his chest rising as he catches his breath, dog tags catching the light every now and then.

“My turn,” Sam declares, wiping his face off with the back of his hand.

“Gnnh –” Before Joaquin can finish, Sam descends on his mouth like a man starved, and his pace picks up instantly as well. He lets out a string of curses, clutching onto Sam’s well-built shoulders like a life-raft as his legs lock behind Sam’s back.

He’s so close, when Sam stops abruptly – too quickly for him to have come already, and Joaquin tries to lift his head to see what was wrong.

Sam meets his eyes, with a challenging grin. “You wanna come on my cock –”

Joaquin nods furiously, because he was rightthere.

Or… You wanna come on both our cocks?” Sam finishes his question, pulling himself out, and watches as Joaquin’s brain churn.

“YES,” Joaquin nearly shouts, ravenous by now. “Both – please, fuck.” He drops back on the pillow, his own precome smeared all over his stomach.

Bucky rolls Joaquin on top of him to kiss him absolutely stupid before he nudges at Joaquin’s open hole, dick hard again. Sliding in with barely any resistance, his face is of pure bliss.

“Oh, sweetheart, you stretched him open for me,” Bucky says to Sam with a grin.

“Pfft, he would’ve been all open and waiting for you anyway, isn’t that right, baby?” Sam demands an answer with a light slap to Joaquin’s exposed cheek.

“Y-es,” Joaquin moans.

“Good,” Bucky soothes, rolling his hips upward, building a nice steady rhythm to get himself to full hardness. “Come join me, angel, s’nice and tight in here.”

Sam doesn’t need to be told twice. He drinks in the sight of Joaquin stretched out over Bucky, aroundBucky.

“Oh, baby, if only you could see this, lord,” Sam curses, his hands feasting appreciatively over the smooth flesh of Joaquin’s ass.

“Mmhmm,” Bucky moans, mostly because his tongue is busy inside Joaquin’s mouth, taking him apart bit by bit.

“Safe word still butterfly?” Sam asks.

“Mmhmm,” Joaquin answers, because Bucky’s tongue – “Ah!”

Oh,” Sam breaths out as he nudges the head of his cock in.

“Yeah, theeeere we go,” Bucky chimes in, his face looking completely blissful.

Joaquin has missed this, has craved this ever since Moscow. It burns just as much as the first time, enough to make his whole body quiver, and he’s so glad that Bucky has no problems whatsoever supporting his weight since his arms have become useless.

Sam rocks in, inch by inch, and Bucky’s tensed up underneath him, desperately holding himself back. It’s so very reminiscent of the first time in Mogilevich’s bed that Joaquin nearly laughs, a little delirious.

“Still afraid you’re gonna shatter my hips?” Joaquin asks lightly, dick-drunk. Bucky smirks up at him, nipping at Joaquin’s chin.

“If I did, it’d mean no more fucking for you,” he answers coolly, while he bucks upward just once, causing Joaquin to shout out, tears prickling his eyes.

“Fucking hell,” Sam cusses, his hands digging into Joaquin’s hips even harder. “Almost there baby.”

At least this time around, Joaquin had known what to expect. How it would feel like he was being ravaged, how he’d come this close to calling his safe word, how stretched he would feel. It’s only because of this that he manages to keep “butterfly” to himself, and instead whine.

“Just a bit more, baby slut,” Bucky coos in his ear.

Ohfuck.

Hesobs – the pleasure, the closeness, the names, all of it has his head floating in the clouds. When they’re finally — finally— both seated in him, he lets out a breath, which nearly seems impossible with how full he is.

Nggguh.”

“That’s a good boy,” Sam praises, dropping a kiss on Joaquin’s spine while Bucky takes the liberty of marking up his neck.

“M – mo – move,” Joaquin begs. “Please, fuck, please.”

“Hmm, Bucky, why don’t you take the lead this time?”

Fuck, yeah,” Bucky agrees enthusiastically, already rolling his hips upward, causing Joaquin to scratch down his chest. “Mmm, wanna try and mark me up, huh? Yeah, you go ahead, baby.”

God, fucking, fuck, shit –

“Eloquent,” Bucky teases, stilling. “D’ya need a moment?”

“No, god, no,” Joaquin shakes his head, sweat lining his forehead as Sam’s hands rake down his sides.

Sam leans over his shoulder, to give Bucky an absolutely filthy kiss that reverberates in his ear. “Come on Buck, you gonna make us come or what?”

Bucky growls and flips them all over, pinning Sam to the bed with Joaquin lying on top. While it pulled a surprised yelp out of Joaquin, Sam seems to have expected it, since he chuckles softly and wraps his hands under Joaquin’s thighs. He rolls up into Joaquin slowly as Bucky starts to build up his own rhythm before he starts to pump faster.

The sensation of both of them moving in tandem inside him, stretching him to his limits, has him crying, the pathetic sounds coming out between thrusts. He’s so close to coming that he has to wrap a hand tightly around the base of his cock so he doesn’t blow.

“So goddamn tight,” Sam slurs, his hips faltering. “Perfect fucking ass, baby, and all for us.”

“Yeah, such a good little fuckhole,” Bucky groans against Joaquin’s neck “Let go, sweetheart.”

Sam grunts underneath them, chasing the feeling as his mouth drops open euphoria. “Come on, come with me, baby bird.”

GNAH. Joaquin’s going to die via orgasm, he’s sure of it.

“Y–eah, mhm,” Joaquin pants. “Yes, yes!”

Bucky bats Joaquin’s hand away from his dick, pinning his wrists to the best. “Hang on.”

I can’t believe he has the audacity to wink at me, this mother – FUCK.

He doesn’t know how he could possibly do anything other than writhe between them and come harder than he has in his entire goddamn life. It’s with a strangled, hoarse cry and a tear rolling down his cheek that Bucky chases with his tongue.

“Can feel the both of you, y’know,” Bucky tells him, his voice husky and strained as he snaps his hips, rubbing against Sam’s softening cock, squelching as he forces the come out of Joaquin’s swollen hole. “Feels like – fuck– heaven.”

Joaquin’s so thankful for Sam’s hands holding his legs in place, because his body’s completely given out. The only thing he feels is the drag of Bucky’s cock, furiously fucking into him hard enough that he can’t get any words out. His breaths come out in punched out puffs of air as he grits his teeth. His cock aches, body empty, but fuck does he want to come again just like this, with Bucky’s teeth in the meat of his shoulder. Bucky comes with a rumbling that Joaquin can feel in his chest, licking at the mark he’s just made, while Sam sucks an identical one on the other side of his neck.

He’s died, and gone to heaven.

“Not quite,” Sam murmurs into his ear, laughing softly.

Fuck, he’s gotta stop thinking he’s talking in his head when he’s actually talking out loud.

“Maybe,” Bucky quips, slowly pulling out, dragging Sam’s cock out along with him. They sigh in relief while Joaquin hisses, cutting off another choked sob. Sam rolls him over onto their sides, still spooned up behind him, his hands running up and down Joaquin’s side, soothingly.

“Did good, baby,” Sam whispers as Bucky wipes them down with a warm towel before climbing into bed with them, pecking Joaquin softly.

“Mhm,” Bucky hums, letting Joaquin’s grabby hands pull him in. He tucks Joaquin’s head under his chin, his arm thrown across the other two. “Sogood.”

God, he wants to stay like this forever.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

Oops.

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bisamwilson:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love

tagged by: @jules-of-the-crown thanks so much for the tag jules <3

y’all already know what the first one’s gonna be lmao

1.(it’s your kiss) hey princess | sambucky | E | 66.7k

Now that Sam’s twenty-one years old, he’s officially ready to be crowned king of Genovia, despite the fact he only learned he was its prince five years ago. More personally, he’s also more than ready to finally have that Hallmark movie moment he’s dreamed about since he was a child. Lord James Barnes, however, might just ruin both those plans.

a princess diaries 2: a royal engagement au

i know y’all are probably tired of hearing about this one lmao BUT it will always have such a special place in my heart. not only has the princess diaries 2 been my comfort movie since i was like 7, but i wrote all 66.7k of those words within three months, and like 40k of them were written within the span of one month, so it might always be #1 in my heart just bc of the amount of effort i put in. also it has some of my favorite things: hate sex, enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers, bucky calling sam princess (admittedly this one not one of my favorite things until i wrote the fic, but it is now!), peggynat, sarahayo (i need to write more sarahayo), sam being a kickass leader, bucky taking accountability when he fucks up, sam + sarah sibling moments. like this fic is just. so self indulgent

2.i just met you (and this is crazy) | sambucky | E | 19.2k

Sam finds Bucky just as his sister’s about to give birth to his second nephew. Not wanting to lose him after a year of searching, he decides to bring him home to Delacroix with him.

a newer long fic! this is also the longest fic i’ve written that’s not in an au verse (well, it’s canon divergent, but i’m not counting that as an au). i love sam finds bucky before civil war tropes and it was so fun writing one myself. i really enjoyed writing the wilson family dynamic! + i’m usually pretty meh about the way i end fics, but i really like how i wrapped this one up

3.i’ve traveled far in search of someone like you (for what you are is the dream that i’ve prayed would soon come true) | sambucky | E | 28.4k

“Sam Wilson is nine months removed from the air force, twelve months removed from watching his partner fall out of the sky, and about one month away from imploding if he stays in Louisiana any longer.”

a one last stop au

the blueprint! this was the first fic i’d written since i was like 15 (7 years ago!) so it will always be special to me <3 it really gave me the bandwidth to explore how i wanted to write sam and bucky and their dynamic + i really like how i wrote nat and clint in this lmao. it’s also the reason i’ve written over 162,000 (i’ve published 161,671, but i have a small wip in progress) words since september 2021!

4.oh so saccharine | sambucky | T | 7.5k

As most things with Bucky weirdly tend to do these days, it starts at the farmer’s market.

alternatively, the one where Sam starts using entirely too many southern style pet names

guilty pleasure fic of mine, i’m a sucker for anything southern culture (i’ve got a fic idea from the MYSU discord for another super southern inspired fic at some point!) and i use pet names so often so this was a great one to write. it’s fluffy, it’s got some little bits of angst, but mostly it’s just the two of them being sickeningly in love

5. stuck a feather in his hat | sambucky | T | 4.8k

Bucky has a love/hate relationship with boxed mac and cheese. Luckily, his blooming relationship with his neighbor is a little more straight-forward.

and a humor fic to round it out! this fic is kind of silly, but i don’t write bucky pov very often, so it was a fun challenge (i think this is only the second fic of my twelve that’s been bucky pov? and both of them have been <7k words). also bucky being a GOD AWFUL cook is a guilty pleasure trope of mine so i’m putting those fics out into the world to inspire more of them lmao. idk i just really like how i wrote bucky here


no pressure tagging some wonderful authors: @samothy-wilson @obsessivelymoody@yammz@livingincolorsagain@giganticism@spinachgarden (hi ceej and spinach ik we’re relatively new mutuals but i love both of ur works! hope this tag is fine; lmk if not)

thanks for the tag @bisamwilson!!!! (I love being tagged in things so no worries)

1.Somebody That I Used to Know | Sambucky | E | 71.7k | Graphic Depictions of Violence

“You need to evacuate,” Strange says into the comms - honestly, Bucky forgot he could hear them. “Something is happening, the energy is all wrong-”

Bucky stands and shoulders his rifle, preparing to run. Sam spreads his wings.

Before they can make their move, the portal explodes into blue-white light and engulfs them.

For a moment he thinks nothing has happened - he’s still on the same rooftop in downtown Manhattan, staring at the space where the portal used to be. A quick self-check reveals he hasn’t been injured and feels just fine - all good things.

“Cap?” Bucky says into his comms. “You good?”

Then suddenly, he’s not on the rooftop anymore.

This fic is my baby - I started it in October 2021 and just finished it in February, clocking in at 36 chapters and almost 72k words. I had a lot of fun exploring the multiverse with this one!

2.Between Clenched Teeth | Sambucky | E | 1.9k

“So what I’m hearing is that you’re holding out on us,” Sharon continues. “C’mon, old man, you gotta have some party tricks from your early years.”

That gets Joaquín’s attention, because he rights himself in the armchair with surprising efficiency considering the ever-growing pile of empty bottles beside him. “Yeah,” he says. “Come on, what’s your best move?”

Bucky ponders the question for a moment, dramatically hummingandha-ing over it, and then his face lights up with something Sam can only describe as pride. “Well,” he says, his tone pitched low, “I can undo a pair of jeans with just my mouth.”

Sharon practically squeals, clapping her hands together. “Alright,” she says. “Who’s wearing jeans-”

And then she meets eyes with Sam.

Sam, Bucky, and blowjobs. What’s not to love?

3.Downtime | Gen | E | 1.4k

Sarah takes some time for herself.

Featuring self care, self acceptance, and self love in the literal sense. 

4.Changing Seasons | SamBuckySharon | E | 6.1k

“If you don’t make a move on him, I will,” Sharon murmurs, and it snaps Bucky out of his reverie.

The thing is, he doesn’t want to choose one of them. The summer heat of Sam is intoxicating, yes, but he can’t imagine not being able to experience Sharon’s gentle spring warmth. He wants them both, desperately, and if picking one means losing the other, he’s perfectly happy just being in their orbits, around them but never touching. It’s safer, easier, to do it this way, to experience the radiating heat of them without exposing them to the chill of his winter.

So instead of walking up to Sam and wrapping his arms around Sam’s waist, like he wants to do, he shakes his head and shrugs. “I don’t know if I can,” he says quietly, so quietly that he’s not sure if Sharon hears him. “Not without losing everything else that I want.”

These three are criminally underrated as an OT3 and this is a hill I’m willing to die on. Mostly porn, plus Bucky being overly poetic for no reason other than that I thought the imagery was cool. Completely self indulgent, much like everything else that I write. 

5.love like this will end in tragedy | E | 12.9k | Warning for MCD

He’s always believed that right person, wrong time is a load of horseshit.

For the right person, he’d fight tooth and nail to hold a relationship together. He’d make sacrifices, compromises, whatever it took. For the right person, he’d make it work no matter the cost.

But that’s what he did, isn’t it?

That’s what they both did.

Once I started writing this, I couldn’t put it down. Shoutout to Marianas Trench for providing the song lyrics that this fic is titled after. No happy endings here, folks. Angst -> sad ending pipeline ALL THE WAY. Anyway I really enjoyed the non-linear format that slowly provides the context for what’s happening in the now portion as it progresses, and I like how I handled both Sam’s internal monologue and the slow breakdown of a relationship. 

Anyway! No pressure tags: @sidepartskinnyjeans@tllgrrl@painted-doe@late-to-the-party-81@thefalconthatcriedwolf

awwhhwhahwahwhawhha thank you for the tag my darling @spinachgarden<3 hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm let’s see -

1) “I’ve got a secret, it’s on the tip of my tongue…” (Bucky x Steve) | E | 4k

Prosecutor Steve Rogers is at a crossroads when his best friend becomes a suspect in a murder investigation. But he knows Bucky is innocent. Right?

This was just after I watched Defending Jacob, and came across a writing challenge, so I tried to channel that kind of same mystery that the show did. It’s short, a little wicked, and something I had fun with.

2) “Black Mercy” (Bucky x Sam) | E | 10.2k

The Black Mercy is a telepathic and parasitic plant-like alien species. It was capable of attaching itself to a host, reading the host’s memories, then feeding the host a totally convincing simulated reality that was based on the host’s deepest personal desires.
Based off of Superman: “For The Man Who Has Everything”. (Sam gets his perfect life)

This is the second in the series and it was all really fun to write. After writing the first one “Red Mercy”, I just couldn’t STOP. I thought about what Sam would want, and how it wouldn’t be anything fancy or extravagant, how he would really just want his friends and family. This gave me an opportunity to write a lot of fluff WHILE making it angsty.

3) “Butterfly” (Bucky x Sam x Joaquin) | E | 9.2k

Joaquin can do it - he can prove himself on this mission! Except, his horniness distracts him and now Bucky and Sam have to save him. Except, he didn’t need saving. He needed to be dicked down.

I’m just a sucker for this ot3, and I just had so much fucking fun writing this! I think my favourite thing is writing Joaquin as a baby sl*t LOL. I just wrote the sequel to this, too.

4) “ teach me how to love ” (Bucky x Reader) | E |78k

Natasha leaves behind her precious daughter, Yelena, and with her dying breath asks Bucky to look after her. You happen to have her in your class this year and can’t help but fall for her godfather.

Funny enough, there are bits of this fic where I’m not super happy with the writing, but what I enjoyed about this was the immense feedback and interaction I had with readers. This fic is a bit of a labour project because it started as a one-shot and the feedback just really made me want to keep going! I had a lot of encouraging comments and questions about whether or not I would consider writing more, and I just did it! Suddenly, it turned into a 78k monstrosity, but the comments on AO3 were just so lovely. By far, the most interactive fic I have. <3

5) “Mission Report” (Bucky x Sam) | E | 40.4k

SHIELD’s Golden Rule is that you can’t know who anyone is. There are no friends in this line of work, only Agents. One day, the director himself breaks that rule and emails Sam information he should never have known. With SHIELD now compromised, Sam, who’s retired from field work for a desk job at HQ, has to brave the world again and convince his colleagues - three strangers - to trust him enough with their lives as they try to get to the bottom of this. What was Fury trying to tell them? What happens to SHIELD now? Who’s on their side? A story of adventure, badassery, and building trust.

This was my first spy AU, and I just went down so many rabbit holes writing it. It was a practice for me in alternating POVs, writing outside my comfort zone and also exploring relationships and characters (like Nat and Joaquin) while also including a lot of characters. I also really liked the way I wrote Bucky and Nat in this.

no pressure tags!! @writer-monster @real-jane @marvel-3407 @lunarbuck

For @winterfalconevents Bingo Round One!Square I1: “Asgard”

For @winterfalconevents Bingo Round One!
Square I1: “Asgard”


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konnyart:

On my way to watch the falcon and the winter soldier

For @winterfalconevents Bingo Round One!Square 02 “Vormir”A cover of Vormir, Sam diving downward, th

For@winterfalconevents Bingo Round One!
Square 02 “Vormir”

A cover of Vormir, Sam diving downward, the phrase “Everything I’ve Loved Became Everything I’ve Lost”, the sacrifical grounds of Vormir, and Bucky crying.


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thesunwillart:“sorry- got a plane to catch!”“not after THAT you’re not!!”thesunwillart:“sorry- got a plane to catch!”“not after THAT you’re not!!”

thesunwillart:

“sorry- got a plane to catch!”

“not after THATyou’re not!!”


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vic-draws-sometimes:

When Sam takes too long on a missing Bucky, too worried, swoops in and help him

His excuse everytime? Alpine wants you home quicker

eobsinj:

sambucky + textposts(ref.)

nothing like opening up a doc to start an essay but falling into the trap of sambucky fanfiction instead

pissoff-youbitch:

justficsandstuff:

Hitman falls in love with target (a very prolonged version) here’s a bit of a sneak peek.

“No one comes to New York’s most infamous bar to just drink alone. Gotta be some heartbreakin’ story behind it,”

“How’d you know I’m alone?” The guy looks kind of amused to hear Bucky’s answer but Bucky only offers a smirk back.

“Jus’ a guess,” he shrugs.

Brown eyes shining in red neon lights, the man wanders his gaze over Bucky’s figure, blinks slowly and sweetly like he wants Bucky to read the heartbreak off of him.

has this been posted? if jot, when you do please tag me as well oh my fucking god this au is *chef’s kiss*

Yess!! It’s a work in progress atm but here’s the link for arson we commit

do I finish arson we commit or indulge myself and write up a canon compliment tfaws timeline sambucky fic???

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