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tom-whore-dleston · 1 year

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life in plastic 👠 - enemies to lovers w/ marc spector; “I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.” 👀

congrats again jordan, to the next 900 followers ❤️🥂

God Damn that Marc Spector

Pairing: Marc Spector x f. reader

Genre: fluff/rom-com

Be aware of: enemies to lovers (?), SamBucky wedding, hella banter, alcohol consumption, Sam and Bucky are DRONK, accidental confession, making out, suggestiveness, Steven and Jake are not present

Summary: You grow closer to the man you hate when both of your best friends marry one another.

Word Count: 2k

Notes: omg Isla, please forgive me for how late I am to writing this 😭😭 I was starting to lose hope in finishing this but a sudden burst of inspo came and now I will be having Marc brain rot for the rest of the century dlkgjaldkhg thank you again for the request and I love you forever bb 😘🫶 Huge thank you to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for looking over it when I first started writing this and to @yummymatcha for being my Marc hype woman and beta-reader!! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

Marc Spector was a name that made your eyes burn from how hard you rolled them every time you heard it. Even the thought of him and his shit eating grin made you want to pound your fist against a wall. However, you never did because he wasn’t worth bruising your knuckles nor putting a fresh dent in the wall.

Years ago, your best friend, Sam, and his boyfriend, Bucky, set you and Marc up on a blind date. They figured that if they set up their best friends together, you all could go on fun double dates together. It was only five minutes into your blind date when you both realized how much you and Marc hated one another. Bucky and Sam were disappointed that it didn’t work out between you both so they tried to keep you both at a distance. That was until they got engaged.

It was no surprise that Sam asked you to be his maid of honor and Bucky asked Marc to be his best man. This also meant that you and Marc had to collaborate on making sure the wedding was absolutely perfect. The only obstacle you had to pass was not killing each other before the big day.

The first few times you met with Marc, you resisted the urge to stab him with the nearest object because of his sarcastic remarks. The only thing keeping you from murdering Marc in daylight was the image of your best friend beaming with his new life long partner all thanks to the work you did for him. Eventually, you learned to settle your differences with Marc and work as a team.

By the time Sam and Bucky’s wedding arrived, you and Marc watched your best friends become married. Thankfully, neither of you had a scratch or stab wound in sight. The rest of the wedding was full of love, laughter, and many, many drinks. You and Marc may have had a hard time seeing eye to eye in the beginning, but the one thing you could both agree on was an open bar all night. Unfortunately, it did lead to both Bucky and Sam getting wasted.

The newlyweds couldn’t make their grand exit out the banquet hall because they were stumbling over their steps. As maid of honor and best man, you and Marc stepped in to escort Bucky and Sam to their honeymoon suite at the top floor. While in the elevator, Sam turned to you with his eyelids half open.

“Hey,” he whispered loudly, despite only the four of you occupying the elevator lift. “Did you finally tell Marc that you like him?”

“What?!” you shrieked, face warming up like a tea kettle over fire. Although you fought to avoid Marc’s gaze, you already knew he was snickering with his hands on his hips. Meanwhile, Bucky stared off into space, watching the floor numbers change.

“What do you mean ‘what?’ You literally told me that you were going to take that tie off of him and wrap it around his wrists so you could-”

Ding!

Saved by the bell.

You sighed, “Alrighty, you and Bucky are clearly drunk so let’s get you both to bed.” As the elevator doors opened, you and Marc dragged Bucky and Sam out towards their suite at the end of the hall. Sam giggled hysterically.

“Oh my god, Sam, Marc is soooooo hot!” He pitched his voice so it matched yours. You gritted your teeth as your lips turned into a thin line. He may have been your best friend, but right at that moment, you wanted to murder him more than the man you actually hated.

“Sam, gimme the key so I don’t have to search your pockets.”

“I know who’s pants you want to search though.” Your best friend looked at his equally drunk husband, both of them bursting into a fit of cackles. God, it felt like dealing with two 12-year-olds in grown up bodies. Finally, Marc jumped in.

“C’mon, Sammy.” The exhaustion was apparent in Marc’s voice. “Today has been a blast, but me and the lady need some sleep and would rather do anything other than babysitting you two.”

Sam blew a raspberry in Marc’s face. “What a party pooper.” He rummaged through his pockets, pulling out the key. Your best friend turned to you. “You sure, you wanna bang this guy?”

Blowing off his comment, you snatched the key from him, hovering it over the sensor on the door. As the door unlocked, you glanced over to Marc, mouthing a sincere thank you, in which he just winked smugly at you.

You and Marc managed to guide Bucky and Sam towards the giant king size bed. Bucky and Sam didn’t bother shedding off their tuxes before climbing onto the bed and immediately falling asleep. Loud snores echoed throughout the bedroom, taking that as your sign to escape quickly without a peep.

“Well, that was interesting.” Marc huffed out a breath of relief. You both chuckled in unison without looking at one another.

“That’s Sam for you,” you added. “He talks out of his ass when he’s drunk.” The two of you began walking slowly to the elevator, trying to stall time so you could have more quality time together. By the time you reached the elevator, Marc cleared his throat.

“I don't know about you, but I’m starving. I barely ate during dinner and I have a huge craving for curly fries. Care to join me?” Your stomach rumbled as he mentioned dinner. The same dinner you also neglected since the steak you were looking forward to eating was a little too well for your liking. You nodded, stepping into the elevator before Marc.

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

On the way to the nearest fast food joint that was surprisingly still open, you and Marc talked about the wedding, including all the pros and cons. It was safe to say that the wedding was an overall success, minus Bucky and Sam taking advantage of the open bar. You shared a few laughs with Marc while reminiscing on every single moment of the day. Even though he kept his eyes glued to the road, you took in the way they crinkled when he concentrated.

Then, you began to notice other features that never crossed your mind. He would lightly bite his tongue after hearing your giggles. He’d also run his hand through his dark hair when there was a moment of silence. A few gray hairs peeked through on the side of his head, even on the stubbles of his beard.

Yes, Marc was an extremely handsome man, and also yes, he was starting to grow on you. However, you still couldn’t shake yourself from the blind date that made you hate him all these years. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t fair to hold that grudge, especially with all the progress you have made with Marc. But were you truly ready for something more with the man that gave you hell?

“Hey, sweet pea, what’s on your mind?” That nickname gave you butterflies every time he called you that. He didn’t start referring to you as sweet pea until you started planning the wedding and demanded the DJ to play “Sweet Pea” by Amos Lee as part of the grand entrance playlist.

You brushed your thoughts off with a short laugh. “Oh, I was just thinking about what to order. I’m debating between a sandwich or cheeseburger. Or anything with cheese at this point.”

“Quite the inner conflict, I bet,” Marc joked. “Whatever you want, go ahead and order it. It’s all on me.”

“What? Are you sure?”

“Don’t worry about it, sweet pea. I know you were swamped today so let me treat you.” Your cheeks warmed up and your palms grew clammy.

“Thank you, Marc! Really, I appreciate you for having my back.” Suddenly, your hand was engulfed by Marc’s, his thumb grazing yours gently.

“Consider this a second chance date.”

As you headed back to the hotel, you ate your meals in silence. “Sweet Pea” blasted through the speakers and Marc caught you swaying to the song out of the corner of his eye, your cheeks filled with bites from your cheeseburger. He smiled to himself as he kept driving, sipping on his soda.

Once you arrived back, you had finished eating and fell into the typical fast food coma. You cursed as you exited Marc’s car, the frosty air biting at your exposed arms and legs. Marc rushed to your side, slipping off his jacket and draping it around your shoulders. The heat and smell from his body transferred onto you as you buried yourself into the jacket. A new sensation coursed through your veins, a sensation that you typically felt while thinking of Marc late in the evening. You tried your hardest to ignore it as he walked you to your room.

By the time you were in front of your room, you didn’t want to let go of the warm jacket, nor did you want to let go of this moment with the man you were trying hard to get out of your head. As you were returning the jacket to Marc, he shook his head and pushed it back towards you.

“Go ahead and keep it, sweet pea. I’ll come back and get it in the morning.” He gazed up and down your frame, thinking about how adorable you looked swimming in the jacket.

“Oh, okay. Good, I was still cold anyway.” You fought the urge to stare into his gorgeous gaze. All of a sudden, you were frozen. Your hand tried to reach for the room key in your clutch, but an invisible force was holding you back. Actually, it was just Marc using just one finger to lift your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.” This caused you to blink in bewilderment.

“Uhh…excuse me?” You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.

“Second chance date. Remember?”

You rolled your eyes and backed away from him. “Jesus, Marc, you’re exasperating.”

“Ooh, that’s a big word.” Marc laughed. “I may be exasperating but at least I’m not the one lying to myself.”

Your blood was boiling. For once, you were actually having a more than decent time with him and he decided to ruin it with his stupid remarks. You wanted to spit another insult in his face. You wanted to slap him, punch him even. Instead, you yanked him towards you by the collar and slotted your lips against his.

All logic flew out the window as you pressed your chest against his as his arms wrapped around your waist. His kiss was so intoxicating you could have fainted from the way his tongue slid across your lower lip. Your tongues tangled passionately, all the built up tension releasing for your mind and body. Marc pinned you against the door frame, causing you to snap back to your senses. You pulled away from Marc, catching your breath and straightening your posture.

“Well, there you go.” You threw your hands in the air. “Happy?”

“Unfortunately, no. You didn’t give me a chance to kiss you more.”

“Well, that’s too bad because it’s not gonna happen again.” You reached into your clutch for your room key.

“You sure about that?” Marc asked rhetorically. You paused as Marc leaned his side against the wall. For a brief moment, you actually considered kissing him again right then and there. But where was the fun in that?

You scoffed and shook your head. “Good night, Marc.” Once your room key scanned against the door sensor, you wiggled the doorknob and retreated to your room, not bothering to glance back at Marc’s cheeky smirk.

You shimmied out of the oversized jacket, throwing it over the armrest of the love seat. Then, you changed out of your dress and into a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. Yet, the touch of Marc’s hands still lingered on your body. No matter how long you brushed your teeth for, your lips still savored the bittersweetness of his mouth. And you found yourself longing for at least one more taste.

God damn that Marc Spector!

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siancore · 7 months

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You slowly getting to me. My dashboard is being swarmed with Sam Bucky stuff lately outside of you….I’m becoming interested.

Got to see what this is all about..you’re getting me curious every day🤭🤭🤭

You should be interested! They’re such a good pairing. So much potential. I mean, this is how it started:

Then they walked off together under the setting Louisiana sun:

Not to mention Bucky looks at Sam like THAT. And like this:

Well, they look at each other like this:

And they’re pretty much dumbasses around each other. Bucky jumped out of a plane with no parachute to follow Sam. Sam went along with Bucky’s half-assed plan. Then there’s the banter. They’re like that in the comic books, too:

ALSO, the fic writers in the SamBucky fandom are some of the best in the MCU fandom.

The actors have the most entertaining press junkets ever, and are a delight to watch in general:

I hope you become more and more interested in SamBucky. I’m here if you ever need to scream about them 🧡

#sambucky #buckysam #winterfalcon

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kilibaggins · 3 months

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A Wilson Christmas | Sambucky

Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes

Request: From my New Years Celebration (which is still open) from @iignissfatuus : 🍎 sambucky, bucky joining sam's family for christmas week/weekend and him seeing the chaos during christmas dinner

A/N: my new years celebration is completely open still so head over there with the link and send me some stuff! i'd appreciate it <3 i loved writing this and i hope it fits how you saw it when requesting. this is a lot longer than i planned considering my celebration is supposed to be short fics but here i am… ADSFLJKJAsd

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Christmas with the Wilsons is nothing short of magical. Sam, who literally spent hours putting up the tree in the living room, let Bucky put on the lights. It was his way of showing Bucky that he was a part of the family. Bucky doesn't admit how emotional that makes him, but he thinks that Sam could tell by the way he wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his cheek when Bucky got even quieter than usual.s

There are decorations everywhere, lights, wreaths, ornaments hung up on hooks on the walls, and Christmas paintings, it's like he walked into a stereotypical house from a Hallmark movie.

Bucky loves it. He loves the little coasters with cute snowflakes on them that Sarah made by hand, the paper snowflakes hanging in the air that the boys made, and every other little detail that brings together this wonder Christmas landscape for him to enjoy.

This morning when he and Sam were woken up by the insistent loud banging on their door at 6:47 AM, Bucky forced himself to get up, woke Sam up, and they had all made their way to the large tree with all the neatly wrapped presents.

Well… Some of them were neatly wrapped. Some were thrown together with too much tape, Aj, and some were thrown together with too much paper, Cass, and some were just outright… A little wonky. They could thank Bucky, who had not wrapped a Christmas present since the 1940s.

They had all opened their gifts and it had been wonderful. The kids each got Bucky a little keychain to add to his ever-growing set of keys. Who knew actually doing things outside of assassinations could make you accumulate so many keys? The key to the house, a key to Sam's car, a key to Sarah's car for when Sam was busy out and Sarah was busy in the house, the key to the old truck that Sam's been fixing up for him, even a key to his AND Sam's work. It's a little absurd.

Sarah had given him an old cookbook of hers, something passed down to her by her aunt. It's a beautiful one with handwritten notes on the edges. She told him that she'd noticed how interested he was in cooking and wanted to open that world to him more… She also said that now that he has a cookbook he has no excuse not to cook and Bucky had laughed.

Sam, wonderful Sam, gave him an antique chest with a few items inside. An old photo of the howling commandos, an old bottle opener, and varying other items. But one thing caught his eye. The bottom held a book. He pulled it out and stared at it with a smile on his face. There the book was sitting in his lap, and when he opened it he could tell how old it was. Something like this, at that age, must have been hard to find. He had thanked Sam and pulled him into a big hug and he could hear AJ and Cass whispering amongst themselves that next year they'd have to get him more keychains to beat that.

When Bucky and Sam first started dating the first gift Sam gave him was 'The Hobbit' trilogy of movies. Sam had insisted that even though Bucky might hate it since it was fairly different from the book itself, he just had to watch it. They sat on the couch and watched all the movies in one sitting and Sam couldn't believe when Bucky told him he loved it. Bucky's still not sure if the love he has for the movies is because of Sam or because of the movies themselves.

Bucky's gift… Paled a bit in comparison. At least, he thinks it did, but Sam's face lit up and it made Sam happy when Bucky embarassedly handed over the two smal gifts he got Sam. The first one Sam opened was a painting of the backyard on a small wooden board. It had taken Bucky hours and Sam knows that because Bucky had forced Sam to go on a trip to the store and kept texting him every half hour to stay away.

The second was in a small cardboard box and when Sam opened ithis eys widened. It was a key to Bucky's apartment. The one thing that Sam didn't have access to because it was always Bucky's "safe space" that he could run to, even Bucky's therapist had said at the begininng of their relationship it'd be best if Bucky left his apartment to meet with Sam just so he had his own space.

Bucky had awkwardly explained how he talked to his therapist about being ready to give Sam the key, and she had thought it'd be a good idea. Bucky had been quick to say it didn't have to mean anything but that after everything, after the way they accept him into his home the way they had, he was finally able to return the favor. Sam had teared up and hugged him and Bucky's never felt so loved than he did in that moment.

Even though Bucky saw how much it meant to him he still couldn't see how his gifts were anything compared to what Sam has given him. A new life… A christmas.

He used to love Christmas, back when he still had his family to be around. It was a small holiday, nothing too special, nothing like this. It was something that brought them together though. Christmas dinner was quiet, comfortable, and safe. It was Bucky's favorite night of the year.

Bucky wasn't entirely expecting the pure chaos to come from the Wilson family Christmas Dinner. He probably should have, he's seen the cookouts, but he didn't really expect half of the town - yes he's aware it's an exaggeration, Sam - to show up and squeeze into the small little house. There are people everywhere. Couples singing to the Christmas music playing in the living room, Sarah and her girlfriend cooking some dessert as everyone crowds around them in the kitchen, Sam talking to some of the locals about the boat, it all seems so perfect but way too loud all at once. Bucky is trying to keep track of the conversation with Sam and a friend of theirs, Jake, as a few of the kids try to grab his arm. It's getting a bit… Overwhelming.

Bucky throws a fake smile at the kids and tries not to get too freaked as more people join the party. How many people did Sam invite, the whole neighborhood? It's only 3 pm and everyone is already crowding in before the dinner at 5. Even though it feels like the whole neighborhood, he knows there are probably only 10 people excluding Sarah, Sam, Aj, Cass, and himself. He takes a deep steadying breath and he feels a warm hand on his lower back. He looks over at Sam to see him smiling softly at him.

"Let's go get a breather," Sam whispers in his ear. He turns to the guy he's talking to and flashes his winning smile. "Gonna go get some air. Getting pretty crowded in here, even for me."

Bucky feels grateful for the escape as Sam takes him to the backyard and sits him down in one of their chairs. Sam sits next to him and gives him a knowing look, which Bucky chooses to ignore.

"Lot of people," Bucky says simply, nodding. Sam chuckles and nods.

"Yup. Warned you it'd be a bit much for you. You doing alright?" Sam asks, reaching out and taking his hand. Bucky smiles and nods.

"Oh, yeah. Great. It's… It's nice. Just. A lot." Bucky admits, shrugging. Sam smiles and kisses his hand.

"Just let me know when it gets to be too much. I'll rescue you. Knight in shining armor, the whole deal." Sam says, nodding seriously.

"The pretties knight to exist." Bucky snarks, trying to keep a straight face before laughing. Sam rolls his eyes and stands up, stretching. "Getting old, there?"

"Oh shut it, gramps." Sam jokes. He leans down and gives Bucky a kiss. "Come back in when you're ready. Nobody'll judge."

"Got it. See you soon."

"See ya, baby," Sam says, before patting his shoulder and walking back in.

Bucky takes a few moments to breathe in the chill air. Yeah, he's happy here. He goes back inside and is instantly bombarded by kids on both sides, asking him hundreds of questions at a thousand miles an hour and when he looks up he sees Sam laughing.

This is perfect.

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #winterfalcon #the falcon and the winter soldier #my fanfic

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samcky · 1 year

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MARVEL TRUMPS HATE x SAMCKY (capstiddies) x STEVE/TONY

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Hi friends! other than the usual sambucky tomfoolery I am offering to write Stevetony too, however since I do not have any published fics about these two, thought I'd share some of my WIPs with you.

1. Steve Rogers is a firefighter and Tony has many feelings about it

No one’s quite sure who moved here first, well not no one, Tony knows it was Steve, but that doesn’t mean that Tony followed him, knowingly at least. He had already renovated the cabin and lived one whole month there peacefully when Steve just showed up in his living room. Well-

Steve didn’t exactly show up unprompted, it was just that Tony’s microwave had developed a habit of randomly setting itself on fire over the last two weeks and with Dummie having become Morgan’s best friend and living happily with her and Pepper in the city, there was no one to put it out while Tony was showering. So yeah, the firefighters showed up.

They even took down his front door with a battering ram because Tony couldn’t hear them. He likes to listen to music when he showers, okay? Sue him.

So, when he heard the loud bang coming from his living room he got out of the shower and went to investigate and there he was, Steve Rogers, standing in his living room in a firefighter uniform, his back turned to Tony as he extinguished his flaming microwave.

“Steve?” Tony said he couldn’t see Steve’s face but Tony would recognize that ass anywhere. Steve turned to him swiftly, just as shocked as Tony was. And oh god, he had a beard, Tony had only seen pictures of it before, on a battlefield in Wakanda, but seeing it in person, it was fucking glorious. Tony’s knees went a little weak.

“Tony,” Steve said, almost dropping the fire extinguisher. His eyes were wide but otherwise, he looked composed, unlike Tony, whose jaw was an inch away from hitting the floor.

“You’re a firefighter”

“You’re naked”

So yeah, that’s-, yeah.

That was almost two months ago and Tony has not been able to forget for a second that Steve Rogers a) is a firefighter, because of course that man doesn’t know how to properly retire, and b) Steve Rogers has a beard that Tony wants rub various parts of his body on to.

So, logically, instead of calling him, Tony turns into a casual arsonist. And since they live in a town where there are more sheep than people and the firehouse only has 6 firefighters Steve is almost always on the shift. Except for that one time when Tony set fire to his bed and had a perfect line ready - my bed is on fire, can i sleep in yours - but instead of Steve two very young firefighters showed up and wouldn’t leave until he let them fire the blasters. Tony hacked into the shift schedule after that.

“Did you put him up there?” Steve asks as he climbs down with a tiny kitten he just rescued from a tree that is not even on Tony’s property. Tony makes a scandalized face.

“Of course, I didn’t put him up there, I would never. I was worried sick about him why would I put him up there” he protests, not making a move to take the kitten away from Steve. He looks adorable if Tony’s being honest.

“This is not even your cat, Tony,” Steve says, giving him a point. And yes, technically everything Steve said is true, it is not his kitten and Tony did put him up there, but he’s Tony Stark he will not be accused of such tomfoolery.

“Of course, it is my cat, why would you even say that,” He says even though he’s backing away as Steve approaches him with a kitten held out towards him.

“Tony you are deadly allergic to cats,” Steve says and of course, he knows that, Tony doubts there’s anything Steve doesn’t know about him, even after all these years.

Steve puts the kitten down on the grown, it rubs his head around Steve’s ankle for a second and scurries away, leaving them alone to stand in silence. Tony hates this part. He always had the best line prepared to try on Steve but never quite gets them out. And Steve, Steve always leaves as soon as his job is done like they are strangers.

“Y’know, if you keep crying wolf, I’m eventually gonna stop coming,” Steve tells him, already turning around and walking towards the truck, Tony hates to see him go, but boy does he love to watch him leave.

“All those fires were legitimate” Tony shouts after him. They both know it’s a lie.

2. Oh no

Tony’s sure that Steve Roger is the actual epitome of perfection. Not only is he the most perfect-looking human to ever grace the surface of the earth, no, literally, he also doesn’t have a single flaw on his entire body, not even the specks of green in the blue of his eyes, fuck whatever Zemo says. Anyway, of course, Steve is built like a fucking brick wall, with an ass like a peach and thighs anyone would be happy to die crushed by. And don’t get him started on Steve’s chest.

Tony’s not even gonna mention how strong he is, because he will be the first to admit that he has a mile-long strength kink. The point being, not only is he physically flawless, but he is also absolutely perfect personality-wise, undoubtedly the most giving person Tony has ever met, also the funniest and so thoughtful in every situation Tony is sometimes sick of it. And Tony is not a humble man by any means, so he’s not gonna shy away from saying that he himself is quite fit as well.

So with their combined physical attributes, Tony’s very vast sexual experience, and Steve’s determination to excel at everything he does, combined with the undeniable chemistry and decade-long sexual tension they have going on, they should have the best sex, the kind that Tony expects will blow his mind and cause him to throw his back out.

So you can imagine how disappointing it is when they try to have sex for the first time and it’s just- very bad.

Steve’s big, Tony’s small, the logistics are a little hard to figure out, they get the wrong kind of lube, and Steve hasn’t had sex in years. So yeah… it is absolutely not the mind-blowing and earth-shattering sex Tony was expecting.

There’s a lot of “yeah, there, no- wait” and “just a little to the left” and “maybe we need just a little more lube” and “are you sure that’s the right angle?”. By the time they decide to switch positions and Tony finally straddles Steve, Steve is so red Tony’s scared he might spontaneously combust.

It is much more of a struggle than Tony expected it would be, because Steve’s dick, just like the rest of him is pretty fucking huge. And yes, Tony knew that, he has seen the outline of it through Steve’s ridiculously tight jeans many times and on one particular occasion in the compound showers, when Tony was picking up the bottle of shampoo he dropped and Steve was coming out of his own shower, Tony has come face to face with the beast. But seeing it and touching it through Steve’s pants while they are making out is one thing and trying to fit it inside himself is another.

But Tony has never backed down from a challenge and he’s not gonna start now. He will get Steve’s cock inside himself or he will die trying.

When Tony finally starts to sink down, Steve asks him if he’s hurt and Tony lies to him so many times that he almost believes that he doesn’t feel like he’s being ripped in half. Steve doesn’t seem to be doing much better, Tony thinks at some point he saw Steve doing breathing exercises. He’s red all over his face and clenching his fists by Tony’s sides so hard he’s probably breaking bones. But they do it, with team effort, they finally manage to get Steve’s absurdly huge cock inside Tony.

Then Steve bucks up so hard he throws Tony off his cock and off the bed altogether. And at that point, even Tony has to admit that it’s time to give up. The mood has officially left the room and the mind-blowing fucking will definitely not be happening any time soon.

After they sit silently against the headboard for a while, staring at the tv that is not even on. Steve’s got his hands folded in his lap, but not even that can cover that even after the most disastrous bedroom experience anyone has ever had, Steve’s monster of a cock is still hard as a rock.

“What was-” Steve starts

“Yeah” Tony agrees immediately.

“Did I-?” Steve asks, awkwardly motioning toward Tony’s ass.

“No, yeah, no, I'm fine,” Tony says. He’s not fine.

“We could-”

“Yeah, definitely, we should try again sometime soon” Tony gives him a reassuring smile. There is no way he is subjecting his ass to that cock again today. Steve nods and folds his hands back in his lap. He winces a little as his thumbs brush the top of his dick and Tony has to take a deep breath before he does something stupid, like try to give Steve a blowjob or whatever.

“I’m gonna-” Steve starts again.

“Yeah, yeah, go on, um, take care of it” Tony agrees, nodding way more excitedly than the occasion calls for. Steve gets up and walks towards the bathroom, but not before giving Tony a small kiss as he rounds his side of the bed. “Don’t forget to think about me” Tony calls after him

“Never” Steve calls back. As soon as Steve closes the bathroom door, Tony slumps, banging the back of his head against the headboard, trying to explain how two people that are so compatible outside of bed that they barely need words to communicate, can be so incompatible in the bedroom that they can barely get to the third base.

Tony really was planning on trying again soon. He and Steve had plans. Tony even considered wearing a buttplug leading up to it, but then he thought off all the emergencies that could happen, and yeah, ‘sorry yeah, I’ll be just a minute, gotta run to the bathroom and get this butt plug out before I suit up’ isn’t exactly something he wants to have to say the next time aliens attack New York or whatever.

Anyway, they had plans, but so did US governments and various crime families and tech giants with all their robots and crime. So over the next month, they barely see each other, much less have time to finally have sex.

A month later tho, they get three whole days to themselves, and Tony’s prepared, he has learned from his mistakes, he bought the right kind of lube, and there’s a lot of talking before, even more than the first time. Tony prepared himself in the morning and then checked in with himself several times throughout the day. And Steve ever the boy scout, came up with a backup plan and has made Tony agree that if he feels as much as a tinge anywhere on his body they will stop and Tony will fuck Steve instead. And yeah, maybe Tony wants to have Steve inside of him so much that his entire body sings at the mere thought of it, but he’s not gonna say no to getting to have a go at that glorious ass either. It’s all about intimacy anyway.

So, it’s all going to be fine. This time there is nothing that can go wrong.

And yeah, it goes pretty well for a while, it’s not a very passionate or sensual experience, it’s very calculated since their main goal right now is to get Steve’s cock inside Tony safely and painlessly. And they do that, very successfully, Steve’s entire cock is most definitely sitting inside Tony’s ass. However, they didn’t plan for what they’d do after, other than agree that they’d go slow.

Since they are both overwhelmed and Steve has been on edge for almost an hour, when Tony says that he’s gonna starts moving Steve mishears him and he starts moving, so when Tony slams down, Steve pushes up, it almost tears Tony in half, of course then Steve feels entirely too guilty about it and mood in the room dies faster than Tony’s erection. So much for a backup plan.

Tony doesn’t want to talk about the third time.

The fourth time Tony does fuck Steve. Steve is much more flexible than Tony is and even if Tony is not small by any means, he’s smaller than Steve, so penetration is really not a problem this time. But it’s still bad.

God, it’s so bad. Steve is clenching so hard he almost pushes Tony out of him. Tony’s holding Steve’s legs up by his ankles and he almost sprains his arm, because those legs are very heavy. Their teeth clank so hard when Tony bends down to kiss him that they almost break. It’s just, generally bad, they are very much not in sync.

“That wasn’t very good, was it?” Tony asks after because there’s no pretending that what they just had qualifies as sex by any standards.

“It wasn’t very bad either” Steve shrugs, his chest moving up and down under Tony’s head. “The first time was very bad, this time was almost decent. We are making progress.”

“You always look at the bright side, don’t you?” Tony says, smiling despite himself.

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Hey, I was wondering if anyone could help me with some information about this?

I am still in college, and I really want to work and have a source of income to save up for my future education. I just don't know how to get started. I am inclined towards copywriting and proof reading, because I sufficiently well-versed in English (I think) and that's the kind of work I won't feel burdened by. I am also in third year of med school if that's a skill set (?) I can put to use?

So if anyone could please tell me how to start and go about it? I have heard of Fiverr and sites like that, but a bit more information would be really helpful. Thanks!

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So I watched Eternals (finally) and... God. It wasn't bad or anything, just the star cast raises your expectations and the movie is unable to meet them. It was also sad to see Hollywood making a mockery out of Bollywood once again. This has to stop, c'mon. A true example of representation for representation's sake.

And Eros is just Harry Styles at a fancy dress party. Walks like him, talks like him, and is also Thanos' brother for some reason. I just don't get it. At all.

Also watch Marvel contradict themselves in terms of timelines and shit. The Eternals are presumably in the same universe as the rest of the Avengers, no idea how that's supposed to work out.

The only people in the movie that remotely made me root for them were Druig and Makkari. Loved those two sooooo muchhh.

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maybe love is still opening up someone's tumblr after they have been gone for more than a year just to check whether they're back. who says friendship doesn't hurt?

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My #1 post of 2022

I mean...

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I’m not even the biggest sambucky shipper but Sam and Bucky have more chemistry then Steve and Bucky ever will. Even Sebastian will start that Steve and Bucky are a brotherhood while Sam and Bucky are a friendship there’s a reason to it. Even in the comics Sam and Bucky have this type of relationship that’s more romantic.

Honestly, at least in the MCU, thought of Bucky and Steve as surrogate brothers. Like even that brief scene where Steve's mom has died and Bucky is like trying to convince him to come with him and his family speaks of familial love. Well at least to me.

Even that moment in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier where Bucky is so adamant about Sam taking the shield. Him basically saying that is the only family had left... First off made me want to cry cause here this man saying an inanimate object represents the family he lost.😢 Second want to curse Steve out for leaving a vulnerable Bucky alone, even if she was his first love.🤬

Steve family to Bucky in my opinion. It would be complicated if they were lovers before the brainwashing and Steve is dead set on having the same on Bucky wants he becomes a civilian. Bucky will never be the same and him living up to prewar Bucky is heartbreaking and hard to deal with. 💔 😔

Sam on the other hand is a fresh slate. He already saw Bucky at his worst. Sam is so big hearted he protects Bucky against others even when he swears up and down he hates him. The way they bounce of each other in arguments. Or how Sam isn't afraid to stand up to a man who has thrown him at least twice and fucked up his car insurance. 🤔

I love how they will fight each other one moment and have each others back the next. How Sam waits until Bucky is emotionally available to help him mentally without becoming a free psychiatrist. How they keep ending up together and fight over who is Steve's best friend. They just click even if some don't see that.

Sam let's Bucky be whatever version of himself Bucky can be after going through what he has been through. Sam has a weird knack for taking in stray super soldiers and making them feel like they have a person to rely on. Why else would Steve trust Sam above all others in CATWS after briefly knowing him. Or entrust the search and later care of Bucky to Sam. Even Steve knows Sam is good for Bucky even if Sam at first thought Bucky wasn't worth saving. I mean damn look at how they look at each other at the end of Avengers Endgame and The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

Sam changed his mind. He changed it for the better. He keeps changing his opinion on Bucky because he finds him worthy and Bucky knows whose there for him when the dust settles. Good ole Sam.🤧 😏 😉 😌

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I don’t mind Sam and Bucky having completely separate projects.

I love the idea of Cap 4 focusing on Sam, Joaquin and Isaiah. It’s the perfect opportunity to get closure on Riley. If they don’t have Sam wrestling w having a new wingman, it will be weird. I want this movie to prioritize the bond between Joaquin and Sam.

AND I can easily see the government setting up a situation that makes it look like Bucky violated parole in order to coerce him into doing their dirty work. I have been DYING to see Bucky and Yelena interact.

That said, what I don’t want to see is some bullshit off screen “they had an unexplained falling out” that’s never addressed or resolved. I want them to still be life partners, who are just doing separate things.

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Watching Ms Marvel fandom debate if Kamala shape shifted into Carol or swapped places across space with Carol.

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Weird that the camera missed this card at AvengerCon.

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Sam completed the real world version of superhero school, where most candidates drop out.

Natasha knew of Sam’s mission by name and was shocked.

Nick Fury tried to recruit Sam after seeing him in battle one time.

They immediately tried to recruit him into the Avengers but Sam said no. Until he finally relented and joined up.

Literally every important character who has ever met Sam Wilson immediately tried to recruit him for their team.

We have known Sam’s qualifications for yeaaaars. Why is there any doubt he’s Captain America?

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My #1 post of 2022

Still thinking about Bucky taking one look at 40+ year old, drop dead gorgeous mother of two, runs a fishing business in her comfy clothes Sarah Wilson and deciding he must flirt with her at every opportunity. I love that for her. Sarah Wilson deserves the world and Bucky is ready to give it.

He’s going to do her laundry. He’s going to jar her honey. He’s going to do school runs. He’s going to do food runs. He’s going to take her dancing. He’s going to haul her catch. He’s going to give her massages. He’s going to make that midnight run to the store to get whatever she wants. She’s five seconds away from being wined and dined and look at her, she’s feeling it.

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Spinach my dear this ask is random as hell so feel free to ignore! I dont even know if you care abt the howlies- I just thought you might be into the angst/eerie vibes.

After his unit was captured in ‘43 and forced to work at Hydra’s weapons facility, apparently Bucky was beaten within an inch of his life by one of the head goons running the place. Then his cellmates (some of whom would become howlies) planned an “accident” that killed the goon. Idk that just struck me? they were so loyal to Bucky that they risked something like that when they knew how nuts Hydra was? And then Bucky still gets taken away from them to be experimented on… But I wonder what other absolutely crazy shit they pulled that we don’t know abt.

hello friend!

I absolutely love the howlies!

this is a long answer so it's below the cut

and yes! this is all canon! if you're a comic book person, this is all detailed in Captain America: The First Vengeance - the companion comic to the movie. The guard, Lohmer, singled out and beat Bucky up pretty badly while he already was sick (I think they said he had pneumonia from poor conditions in the cells) so the Howling Commandos staged an 'accident' for Lohmer and crushed him under a bunch of metal. By doing so, another guard took his place and allowed Bucky to take a day off from work at the prison camp.

And then yeah, Zola found out he was sick and took him to the isolation ward. So there's that. Which sucks.

I think that the movie did us a disservice by not showing the bond between the Howling Commandos. Even in the tie-in comics, they really emphasize that they were very close, almost like brothers, and that they were 100% willing to do absolutely insane shit for each other. (including murder)

ON ANOTHER (darker, of course, it's me) NOTE:

y'all ever think about how Steve said 'sometimes we did stuff that made us not sleep so good'?

I heavily headcanon that the howlies didn't take prisoners. They operated quickly, quietly, behind enemy lines, and couldn't have brought prisoners back with them. Following this train of thought, the Commandos would've had to be pretty ruthless.

yeah, I think that the murder of Lohmer, the prison guard, kinda shows that the Commandos had no issues with doing what had to be done to achieve their necessary ends. Need the guard to stop bothering Bucky? Alright, we kill him.

Can't bring prisoners back to base? Alright, we don't leave any survivors.

ANOTHER SAD HEADCANON I JUST THOUGHT OF

Sgt Barnes probably has a higher kill-count than the Winter Soldier

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Okokok here’s a lil excerpt from the modern!Bucky/Cap!Sam fic I’m working on right now

“So,” Barnes drawls. “You’re the new Cap. Guess you’re going to have to get used to stuff like this.”

Sam groans. “I hate stuff like this,” he says.

Barnes grins and takes another long sip of his drink, and then sets the empty glass on the bar. “Aw, c’mon,” he teases. “It’s not so bad. Open bar, good food in tiny portions. And hey, it’s raising money for the VA, which if I’m correct, is right up your alley. What’s not to love?”

“Feels like every single conversation is a minefield,” Sam says. “Everybody’s trying to figure me out, see what I’ll do now that I’ve publicly taken up the shield. I’m tired of politicians.”

“Between you and me,” Barnes says quietly, “it’s not the politicians you should be worrying about. It’s the regular lookin’ guys. Everybody reports to somebody.” And then, as if that’s not the most daunting thing Sam’s heard all day, Barnes grins and shoots Sam a mock-salute. “Have a good night, Captain Wilson.”

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Ok, but in light of the recent fic with Bucky having a nightmare and Sarah taking care of him. How about Bucky taking care of Sarah? idk, maybe Sarah is sick and Bucky makes here some soup and does all the house chores. Or Sarah has a nightmare about losing Sam or Bucky and Bucky comforts her. Imagine the possibilities. You don't have to write anything, if you do you would be amazing and wonderful. And I'd thank you so much! But really, I'm only here to share thoughts.

friend thank you!

I've been meaning to write some Bucky taking care of Sarah <3333

(If u think about it, this could absolutely be a sequel to either the nightmare fic or the Aftermath from AO3, I'm just saying)

Lighten the Load - SarahBucky

probably rated T for some language

Sarah wakes, groggy and disoriented, head throbbing something fierce. Her throat feels like it’s on fire, dry and scratchy, and a hoarse, wheezing cough rips itself out of her throat as she struggles to sit up. God, what time is it? It feels like she’s slept either way too much or not enough, but judging by the sunlight pouring in through the window, she’s thinking it’s the former.

Wait.

Shit.

The bedside clock reads 10:30AM, and she’s certain she didn’t wake up and drive the boys to school without realizing it. Sarah scrambles, barely remembering to throw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before running out of bed, down the stairs, and-

Straight into Bucky’s chest.

“Whoa,” he says. “What’s the rush?”

“Where are the boys?” she asks around another coughing fit.

“School,” Bucky says, one eyebrow raised. “I dropped them off for 8:30. They supposed to be somewhere else?”

Sarah shakes her head, still resting against Bucky’s chest. He’s warm, and Sarah feels so, so cold, so she doesn’t bother moving. After a long minute, he wraps one arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer and kissing the crown of her head.

“D’you wanna sit down?” he asks. “You were pretty out of it this morning, so I didn’t bother trying to wake you up.”

“I had things to do this morning,” Sarah groans. “Errands. Chores. Work.”

“You had a fever of 102.4,” Bucky says patiently. “And I called the restaurant, let them know you wouldn’t be coming in. Chores are done, but I didn’t want to leave the house to run errands until you were awake.”

Huh.

She’s not really sure what to make of that. “The laundry,” she says.

“Done,” Bucky replies easily. “Well. The last load is still in the dryer, but it’s almost done. Everything else is folded and put away.” Strong arms steer her in the direction of the couch until she drops gracelessly down onto it, and then the throw blanket is wrapped around her shoulders, all one-handed. When she looks up at Bucky, she sees that he’s holding a mug, tea bag wound around the handle, and he offers it to her.

“Peppermint,” he says, “should help with your throat. You were coughing in your sleep.”

“I need to do the dishes,” Sarah says dumbly.

“They’re done,” Bucky replies. “And the garbage has been taken out. How are you feeling?”

“Did the boys get something for lunch?”

“Sarah,” Bucky says, voice calm but serious. “I can get the boys ready for school. Lunches packed, at the front doors twenty minutes early. You need to rest, you’re sick.”

There’s a part of her that doesn’t know how to let go, though. Part of her wants to see that everything has been done properly, to do it herself, even though she feels like absolute shit.

“Cass needed his soccer uniform,” she says.

“I know,” Bucky says, his tone now slightly amused. “Sarah. Hey.”

He cups her cheek and forces her to look into his eyes, wide and blue and genuine. “Yeah?” she says.

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things I am currently doing instead of sleeping:

1) writing a fic about Bucky taking Sam’s jeans off using his mouth

2) eating a family sized box of goldfish crackers

it’s not much, but it’s honest work

39 notes - Posted February 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sarah/Bucky - Bucky has his first night terror in front of Sarah?

Absolutely!

Night Terrors - Sarah/Bucky, 730 words

She falls asleep warm and content, the feeling of Bucky’s arms wrapped around her waist, his nose buried in the crook of her neck, breath warm against her skin. There’s no better feeling in the world - he fits behind her like a puzzle piece, a warm weight behind her, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that Sarah matches until she feels her eyes closing, the space between blinks getting shorter and shorter, her mind drifting off into the pleasant haze of dreams.

Waking is less pleasant, though - she’s not sure what startles her at first, too disoriented from being suddenly roused to piece together what’s wrong. It’s still dark outside, the cool night breeze gusting through the open window, moonlight barely illuminating the floor on her side of the bed. It’s not until she pulls herself into a seated position and settles her breathing that she realizes Bucky has turned away from her and curled up into the fetal position, breath laboured and frantic, muscles locked completely taut, arms curled over his head as if he’s defending himself from invisible blows.

“Bucky,” she whispers, reaching out slowly with one hand. She stops, still hovering above his shoulder, suddenly unsure.

I don’t want to hurt you, he’d said three months ago before they shared her bed for the first time. I don’t always sleep very well, and I don’t always know where I am when I wake up.

Startling him awake might not be a great idea, then, but she doesn’t know what to do. It hurts to watch him like this, softly whimpering and shuddering, curling impossibly tighter onto himself, punctuated by quiet pleading in a language she doesn’t understand.

“Bucky,” she says again, louder this time. Slowly, very slowly, she eases herself out of bed and takes a step away, all too aware that he’ll never forgive himself if he lashes out at her upon waking. “Bucky, you’re having a nightmare. Wake up.”

Still no response. His pleading gets a little louder, more desperate, and despite the fact that she doesn’t know what he’s saying, she thinks he switches languages.

“Bucky, please,” Sarah says, loud and clear. “Wake up. You’re in Delacroix. You’re safe. Nobody is going to hurt you.”

“Stop,” Bucky croaks, his hands fisting into his hair, “Stop, please.”

Sarah’s heart breaks at the hoarse sound of his voice. She’s heard him angry before, she’s heard him sad, she’s heard him in all sorts of different moods, but she’s never heard him beg, never heard him plead for mercy like this. It’s one thing to know, factually, that he experienced awful things before they met, but she’s never seen him like this before, terrified, and she wants nothing more than to find a way to comfort him, to pull him out of the hell he’s trapped in.

“Bucky,” Sarah says, loud enough that she’s sure the boys must be awake by now. “Wake. Up.”

For a long moment, she thinks it hasn’t worked. Then his muscles begin to lose their tension and he slumps down with a soft, hurt noise, his hands moving away from his head until he’s got his arms wrapped around his midsection, face buried in the pillow.

“Sarah,” he says, voice hoarse.

“I’m here,” she says, because she doesn’t know what else to say. “I’m here, Bucky, you’re safe.”

Carefully, she crawls back into bed, mindful to keep a few inches of space between them. If he wants her to reach out, he says nothing, so she keeps her hands to herself.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky whispers into the pillow.

“Don’t apologize,” she says. “Can I-”

“Just keep talking,” he says, “please. I… I know where I am, when I can hear you.”

So Sarah does. She talks about everything and nothing, stories from AJ and Cass’ childhoods, from her own, stories that are bright and cheerful. She tells him about growing up in Delacroix, about the family business’ slowly improving profit margin, about her plans for breakfast tomorrow. Sarah talks until the sun starts to rise, the first golden rays of sunlight streaming in through the window, until Bucky’s arms loosen their hold around his midsection and he unfolds his legs, until his breathing finally evens out again and he lets out a soft snore, peaceful and content.

“Goodnight, Bucky,” she murmurs, and then lets herself drift back off to sleep.

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