30 Apr 2021
Sam knows he's in trouble the first time he catches a blank stare from Bucky and thinks, dude, if you're that tired take a goddamn nap.
Because that's where he's at now, apparently. Reading the mopey merc's inscrutable expressions like he's fluent in asshole.
A porn with feelings series originally written to celebrate the release of Falcon+WinterSoldier. Chapters were written weekly, inspired by that week's episode. (Except Ep. 1 because they didn't meet.)
Episode 2: Staring
Episode 3: Ownership/Marking
Episode 4: Partners/Prosthesis
Episode 5: Coming Out to Family
Episode 6 (Part 1): Body Worship/Super Suit Porn
Episode 6 (Part 2): Alone Time/Sex Toys
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09 May 2021
05 May 2021
When Bucky's libido shows back up, it's basically proof that his life is cursed.
Like, obviously, hooray that his dick works again, it's been a long fuckin’ road (and a long road of no fucking, his brain helpfully adds) but—Jesus, fuck, Hydra really are just dedicated to making his life a misery in every possible way, even years down the track, because it turns out there's some operant conditioning Bucky did not know about until now.
Specifically: he can't fuckin’ come unless someone's giving him the order.
Sam hugs the pot of flowers to his chest and gives Steve a bewildered look. The columbine petals tickle his chin. "What the fuck?"
"Oh my God,” Steve says. He's laughing, because behind the whole Truth and Freedom thing he’s secretly a giant asshole. "Bucky’s wooing you."
"Oh, Jesus Christ.” Sam gingerly bumps a vase and two juice glasses out of the way to make room on the table for the stock pot. “I need coffee before I can deal with this."
The coffee pot is full of marigolds.
Sam gives up and goes back to bed.
(Bucky courts Sam, with mixed results.)
- Part 3 of Triads and Tribulations
Sam takes two steps into the hotel room before the smell hits him. An instant later, he's pressed back against the wall, a firm body pinning his and a hard grip locking his wrists above his head. He feels a moment of disorientation, but as soon as he realizes the grip on his wrists is metal, Sam knows exactly who this is.
"Hey, Barnes," he manages to say. He's a little proud of himself for not just whimpering. The alpha's unsupressed scent is thick in the room and his instincts are going haywire, telling him to roll over and show his belly. That might be the smartest idea, but Sam wants to try talking like normal people first.
Barnes sticks his nose into Sam's neck and inhales deeply.
So they're skipping the talking.
Sam and Steve have been chasing Barnes through Europe. Barnes catches them first, and he has a few questions for Sam.
- Part 1 of Triads and Tribulations
This guy’s trouble. Bucky knows that in his bones. It’s not bad trouble, is the problem, it’s good. Sam is so goddamn inherently good and if Bucky even touches that with a ten foot pole—fuck if he even looks at it—it’ll turn to shit.
He can’t afford another move to yet another city because his colleagues started recognizing Brock’s fist prints on his face.
But Sam is a ridiculously bright glowing light, a beacon, and Bucky goes toward it like that idiotic moth to the flame.