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feetoffthetablee · 3 years

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only girl in the world.

a sam wilson x fem!reader wherein the reader cleans the apartment due to jealousy.

WARNING: NSFW (18+, minors DNI. ), praise kink, oral stimulation (f receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration (wrap it before you tap it lovelies), light choking, swearing, the setting is set somewhere in between AoU and CACW so like around the time in Ant-Man ?? also slight au ( i think )

A/N: so this is for @anchoeritic's 3k writing challenge! seeing that she’s a fellow sam wilson simp, i chose him for this fic (and we are seriously lacking in sam wilson content i hate this) and because it’s sam’s birthday we’re gonna celebrate >:)))) icb he’s an aries though. uGh

prompt/scenario: character A catching character B singing

word count: 3.7k

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Dating a superhero meant there was a lot of restrictions; cuddles and movie dates with them are fleeting moments since you never know when they would get a call about a grape-headed alien terrorizing the planet and you couldn’t flaunt them as much as you wanted to because your safety would be greatly affected if their arch nemesis finds out about your existence.

But regardless of it all, you were thankful because Sam never made you feel less of what you really are to him. A lot of your friends who know about your relationship with The Falcon were envious about how mature the both of you are, managing to balance both of your work lives and your personal ones at home; none of them really knowing how immature the both of you are behind closed doors.

Making this another reason why you loved the privacy being hidden from the public eye; you felt like you were in your own coming-of-age, rom-com movie with Sam with all the hidden rendezvous at The Washington Mall at midnight and drive around the empty streets of the city just until the crack of dawn or just stay at home and cook countless of meals, teaching each other recipes from both sides of your families

It was the relationship anyone could have ever dreamed of.

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“You’re not making this any easier for me, baby girl.” Sam said, sighing inwardly as he stuffed his duffel. He was going over to New York for a few days, probably on another mission with the Avengers (or training with them) and you weren’t having any of it; wanting nothing more than to have him home and with you for a few more days一 possibly forever if that was even possible.

You groaned softly at his response, sitting on the bed with your knees hugged to your chest as you watch him ready his things for yet another mission. “Then don’t go” You simply told him, face holding the same sad expression as your lower lip was jutted out in a small pout as you looked away, not waiting to tear up once again; him leaving for missions was always the hardest.

A chuckle left his lips, setting the suitcase down on the carpeted floor of your shared room before claiming his spot next to you; the dip of the bed from his weight caused you to look at him. “You know I wouldn’t dare to leave if I had the chance to, right?” He asked, his scooting closer to you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “But I always come back, right? Because you’re my home.”

You relaxed under his touch, stretching your legs unto the bed and wrapped your arms around his muscular frame, hugging him close to you in fear that he might disappear all of a sudden. “I know, but do you really have to go?” You murmur, hiding your face against his neck, the way your breath falls on his skin causes goosebumps to rise on his own.

“I have to, they need me, sweets.” He explains, wrapping his arms around your own frame and squeezes gently, enough to convey that he’ll be fine; that he’ll be safe and unharmed after all of the fighting he has due.

“I’ll be back in no time.” His reassurance made you sigh inwardly, knowing that you can’t convince him otherwise. Sam was always just like that, once something is set on his mind on something, he won’t stop until he gets it done. He rarely second guesses what he wants and he does, you’re the person he talks to.

You didn’t speak anymore, opting to let the warmth from his body consume you and lull you into sleep, his hand tracing small shapes into your back as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Go to sleep, baby. I love you.”

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The sunlight that peeked in through the sheer fabric of the curtains was enough to wake you up, reaching over to Sam’s side, expecting to feel him there but instead you were greeted with the sound of paper crumpling from the side of your hand. Stirring awake, you sat up and grabbed the note that was folded neatly.

“I’ll be back soon, baby girl. Don’t miss me too much, I love you.” You read outloud, adoring how neat his handwriting was, hugging the paper to your chest before whispering, “I love you too” before placing the note by your bedside table, rolling out of bed to get on with your day when your phone dinged. Looking at the lit up screen, you smiled at the message from Sam.

[ from: birdman lover ]

- It hasn’t even been a day and I already miss you.

- This’ll be a long week.

- Have a great day though.

- I love you.

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- Steve’s still clueless on how phones work but he’s getting there. He “greets you a hello”.

The rest of the week was your normal routine, aside from the occasional texts and calls you would get from Sam whenever he had the chance to check his phone; telling you how much he missed you and sharing stories of what’s going on inside the compound. It was like he never left, the only difference being he wasn’t physically there to give you the affection.

Saturday morning soon rolled around and you were bouncing off the walls excited that you had to wait just one more day before Sam could come back home; come back to you. You practically bounced off the walls as you did all your errands一 mainly you getting your car cleaned and your weekly Target run一 and your day was all rainbows and sunshines.

Until it wasn’t. You were scrolling through your Instagram when you saw a picture that made your blood boil immensely. It was a photo of an actress (who was extremely good looking) in the arms of The Falcon. You had to take a few moments in to fully register the fact that the woman had managed to snag a photo with him, “He’s even hotter in person.” You read the caption out loud, eyes rolling in irritation, even replying to some comments from her fanbase, making it seem like they were dating.

You rarely get jealous about anything with Sam, being so secure with your relationship with him but seeing someone who has a platform freely post him made you writhe in your seat about how you should be the one flexing him like that, not her or anyone else.

You opted to call your lover to tell him how you feel but there was this side of you that didn’t want to go through a whole discourse with him through the phone so you went with the better option, cleaning the fuck out of your apartment until your agression washes away.

Plugging your phone to the sound system, you started off with Rihanna’s Only Girl in the World before grabbing the broom from the small closet in your apartment's kitchen, starting to sweep the floor. “You’re a bad bitch, Y/N. Now go clean,” You hyped yourself up in the mirror before strutting back to the living room to sweep your emotions away.

Unbeknownst to you however was the fact that Sam was well on his way home. He got to go back home earlier than expected and he didn’t tell you, wanting to give you a surprise. Jogging up the stairs of your apartment complex, he was practically rushing to make it your door so he can finally kiss you.

Finally finding the keys to your shared apartment, he opened the door and slowly creeped in, expecting to see you seated on the couch but what he saw was something else. He was stunned beyond words to see you clad nothing but his shirt and a messy bun while holding a broom, singing your heart out.

“Want you to make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world” you sang out loud, holding onto the broom as if it was a mic while you danced, awkwardly body rolling to the beat. “Like I’m the only one that you’ll ever love, like I’m the only one who knows your heart” You continued, starting to “sweep” the floor again while grooving to the beat of the song, not noticing Sam who was silently watching you.

“Like I’m the only one who’s in command” Your voice blending into the music as you rocked around the room, singing your heart out to the chorus. “Cause I’m the only one who understands how to make you feel like a ma一 Sam!”

You dropped the broom, jumping up in the air as you turned around to see your boyfriend leaning by the wall, watching you with an amused expression while holding his arms out to you. “Are you just gonna stand there or come here and give me a hug?” He questioned, raising up an eyebrow at you.

Wasting no time, you paused the song before making your way over to him and jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as you hugged him. “How long have you been here? Why are you here already? Shouldn’t you be coming home tomorrow?” Your bombardment with questions made him chuckle, his arms going under your thighs to support your weight, walking towards the couch and settling the both of you on there.

“I wanted to surprise you, baby. We finished a little bit earlier than expected so the moment we got back to the compound I was well on my way home.” He answered, one of his hands retreating from your backside to sneak up and cup your jaw, thumb tracing it gently. His eyes were locked with yours, filled with adoration and love as he continued, “turns out you have a surprise of your own for me. What’s got you cleaning so aggressively?”

You laughed, the anger you had just moments ago melting away as you lean into his touch, “It’s nothing, Sammy. Just me being a little jealous, is all.” You explained, finding it easy to admit your feelings. Your relationship with him was just like that; centered on honesty, understanding, and love. The reason why you’re so assured with him.

“Jealous? What’s got my baby jealous?” His brows were furrowed at the answer, mind trying to remember his actions prior to this conversation to see if he had done anything wrong but came up with nothing. “Did I do something?” He questioned, sitting up a bit as the conversation got more serious.

“I just saw this picture of this you and this actress posted on her instagram and一” you paused, finding it silly now that you’ve even been this jealous about this in the first place. “一I just got jealous that she could post you on their social media so freely. Kind of made me realize that I’m still not existent in the eyes of others; I should be the one posting you like that. Kind of made me realize that I’m not the only girl in the world that wants you.” you finished, not wanting to look into his eyes anymore at the sudden sadness from being hidden.

Normally, you wouldn’t even bat an eye on it but seeing how broken you were, Sam was shattered that you had to go through that thought. “There’s no need to feel ashamed that you got jealous, Y/N.” He said, the hand that was on your jaw now going under your chin to make you look at him again. “I know I insisted that I hide you from the public eye so you can be safe from harm and I’m sorry that because of it makes you feel like this.”

He sighed softly, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against your lips. “But if you’re ready to be introduced to everyone, even to the team, then I’ll be more than glad to show you to the world.” Sam said, his lips just millimeters away from yours, “The only girl I’ll ever love.” He finished, locking his lips with yours.

You swore on the fact that Sam’s lips were made for your own, the pace slow and sensual, enough to relay that he was sticking to his words and that you didn’t need to worry about anything. His plush tiers felt soft against yours, his teeth sinking into your bottom one, nibbling against it softly before swiping his tongue against it.

“Does my angel want me to show her how much she really means to me?” He whispers, pressing one more kiss to your lips before pulling back, locking his gaze with yours, pupils blown with love and adoration clouded with a hint of lust over the thought of seeing you squirm under him.

Given the fact that you were sitting on his lap, you could feel how hard he was under you. “You feel that, darling? You do that to me.” He groans as you shift, the friction causing his dick to twitch inside his tight jeans. “Be a good girl and use your words, baby.”

“Want you, Sam.” You say, mind too aroused and clouded with perverse thoughts due to the lack of touch you had from him this week to make a concise sentence. “Want you to make me feel good, please.” You beg, brows furrowing lightly in need as you watch him study your expression, a small smile forming on his lips as he easily hoists you up, arms gripping your thighs.

“How can I resist such a good girl begging for me to make her feel good?” He questions, gracing your lips with another chaste kiss as he carries you into your shared bedroom, placing you on the bed as he hovers above you. “I’ll make you feel so good tonight, sweets.”

His lips are then on yours again, his lower half grinding on yours a few times to rile you up, making you elicit a few moans that caused him to go overdrive. He grunts, taking in the scandalous sounds you make before sitting back up, taking the shirt off from your body, throwing his head back at the sight of you clad in only your underwear. “You do know how to make me go wild, baby doll.”

You smiled at him, happy that you were able to make him go haywire at just the sight of you not even fully naked. “My clothes never seem to stay on with you around anyways.” You answer, making him chuckle lightly as he started to attack your neck with kisses, nipping at the skin quite harshly making you hiss in pleasurable pain.

“You look better naked” was all he said before taking in one of your breasts, tongue swirling around the hard nub as his hand teased the other, fingers pinching on it lightly making you take a sharp gasp. He did this for a few moments before kissing his way from the valley of your breasts all the way down to the top of your panties.

Sam looked up at you with a devilish grin upon the realization of what lingerie you were wearing, “My angel looks so good.” he praises, taking a moment to admire your already fucked out appearance with lips swollen and hickey littered skin. He was quick to take off your underwear, eyes filled with hunger at the sight of your soaking cunt.

This feeded his ego to no ends, seeing you so needy for him. “I haven’t even touched you yet you’re already so wet for me, baby girl.” he commented, hands caressing your inner thighs teasingly as he took a moment to drink in the sight of you.

The way his rough and slightly calloused hands were in juxtaposition to the smoothness of your skin granted goosebumps to run along your skin, the cold air of the room adding on to your arousal. “Sam, please. Need you.” You begged once more, attempting to close your legs for some needed friction but his sudden grip on it making you think otherwise.

“Almost there, baby. Patience.” He said, bringing two digits to very lightly graze upon your slit before bringing it up to your lips, his thumb tapping your bottom lip, “Open up, sweets. Wanna see you taste yourself first.” He ordered, wanting to see you suck on his fingers.

Wanting nothing more than his touch, you easily obliged and took his fingers in without him prying them open. Your eyes were locked with his as you sucked on it, setting a blaze inside his eyes that you haven’t seen before, that lone making your stomach twist in knots.

As soon as Sam was satisfied at how wet you made his fingers, he finally gave your throbbing pussy the attention it yearned for. Inserting the two digits inside of you with ease as he slowly started to pump it in and out of your heat while his thumb rubbed circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You were a moaning mess under his touch, back arching at the slightest touch he would do to your clit. You were overwhelmed with the pleasure he was providing you. “F-fuck!” You breathlessly moan, hips bucking up as you wanted more of his touch.

Sam then leaned, tongue lapping up your sweet juices as he sucked on your aching clit, the gentle suckling was sinful to your ears. He moaned at the taste of you, its vibrations against you making you whine at the contact. He curled his fingers inside you, easily finding your sweet spot upon seeing how you writhed under his touch.

With Sam’s tongue abusing your clit to no end and his digits mercilessly pumping in and out of you, the tension was all too much to handle that the knot that was in your stomach finally broke. “Go on, baby. Come for me, why don’t you.” He said, feeling how your walls were clamping up around him. The euphoria that followed made your legs tremble as you reached your high, shamelessly moaning Sam’s name mixed with profanities as he continued to finger you through your orgasm.

“Such a good girl for me” Was his words, rising up from his position. You watched as he licked up every last drop of your cum off his fingers, rolling off the bed to rid himself off from his own clothes, your mouth practically watering at the sight of his rock hard length that sprung out from the tight confinements of his boxers.

You were gonna reach out to feel him when he stopped you, “No, baby. Tonight, it’s all about you, remember?” he said, stroking his length a few times, thumb circling around his tip that was glistening with pre-cum as he got back on the bed, positioning himself on top of you. “You ready?”

“Y-yes, Sam.” and upon hearing your answer, he eased into you. Both moaning at the longing of feeling each other intimately. No matter how many times the two of you would fuck, you still couldn’t get used to his size. He filled you up quite easily, his hips meeting yours as he filled you in deep.

Ever the gentleman, he waited for you to give the signal that you were ready and upon your nod, he started to move slowly, wanting to ease you into the pace.. Sam’s groans were music to your ear, “So fucking tight, angel.” He said, one of his hands reaching up to wrap around your neck, pressing against its sides lightly.

“F-faster, Sam. Please” You said and he complied, like your words were pressed a switch in him, he started to relentlessly slam into you, fucking you into the bed and into oblivion. His other hand was on the headboard, palm spread out to gain some support, the bed shaking violently as he continued.

“Let me hear those moans, angel. Let everyone know who you belong to.” Sam said, the hold around your neck tightening slightly, wanting to see you slowly gasp out for air as you let out those heavenly yet sinful sounds, “Who do you belong to, baby?”

“Y-You, Sam!” You answer, feeling your body writhe as another orgasm was already brewing at the pit of your stomach. “F-fuck, I-i’m yours!” You continued, eyes practically rolling to the back at the immense amount of pleasure you got from him drilling you into the mattress.

With those words that left your lips, he started to pound to you even rougher, not caring if the neighbouring apartments heard your cries of pleasure or the squeaking of the bed. You were his and it was his very intention to let everyone know that. “That’s right, doll. You belong to me.” he said, his eyes on your fucked out face. “Mine to fuck and mine to love.”

Feeling the knot in your stomach about to burst, your hands were gripping the bed sheets as you cried out in pleasure, “I’m gonna cum!” body unable to handle the amount of pleasure being handed to you as Sam continued to fuck you out, riding out your high until his own climax hit with one final slam, moaning as he filled you up with his own cum.

Pulling out slowly, Sam took the time to admire his own cum mixed with your drip down from your cunt, a feeling of satisfaction spread through his chest at the sight of you. He leaned in to kiss you once again, this time it was soft and just filled with love, hand running along your sides gently, “Such a good girl for me.” he whispered, pressing one last kiss before he stood up and walked over to the bathroom.

You attempted to follow him, but ultimately failed as your legs were shaking too much from your recent orgasm. You could hear Sam chuckle as he re-emerged from the other room, a wet washcloth in his hand as he approached you. “Let me take care of it, alright princess?” He said softly.

He then started to clean you up, making sure to whisper soft praises about how you took him so well and of how you were so good for him. The moment he was done, he mindlessly threw the cloth into the hamper, collapsing on the bed and took you in his arms, eager to cuddle you. Sam pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “I love you, Y/N. You’re the only girl I’ll ever love.”

You hummed softly, making yourself comfortable in his arms, reaching up to steal a kiss from him, “I love you too, Sammy. I’ll always love you.”

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feetoffthetablee · 3 years

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warmth.

a bucky barnes x reader blurb wherein you’re the only one who gets to see the soft side of the usually cold and stoic super soldier.

WARNING: none !! (well is isn't beta-read so mistakes are all mine !!)

A/N: i have this headcanon where bucky’s pretty much soft with you yet he’s still so awkward with it since he’s still trying his best to learn how to be open with his thoughts and feelings. drown in feels with me, please <3

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You were Bucky’s new source of strength; the ray of sun he needed on days that are too rough and dark. You were his rest when life gets too tedious.

If you weren’t so updated with his life, it would be hard to believe that he was the same person who can take on 10 men alone without breaking a sweat. He tried to shield you from his wrong-doings but you ended up giving him a lecture that he shouldn’t hide anything from you一 even the dark memories of his past since you wouldn’t love him any less. In your eyes, he didn’t do any of that. He was barely a shell of a man when you met him and you don’t have the heart to blame him for it; he was a victim.

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The sun that seeped in through the small cracks of your curtains was enough to wake you up, making you stir lightly. You reached over to the side of your lover only to see that it was cold and well empty, making you open your eyes to check the time and groan at the fact that it was barely past 8 in the morning.

You grabbed Bucky’s pillow and hugged it close to your frame, his scent greeting your senses as it lulled you back to sleep until the smell of burnt toast infiltrated your nose, making you cringe and sit up. As much as it irked you to get up, you had to see what was going on in your kitchen before it burns down completely.

You made your way out of the room and the smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the air, making you smile in excitement. Carefully, you peeked inside and saw Bucky silently cursing as he grabbed the charcoal-looking toast from the oven while the other hand waved over the toaster that was smoking lightly as rather /colorful/ words rolled off his tongue.

This made you laugh and re-emerge from your hiding spot, startling Bucky. “You shouldn’t be awake yet, doll.” He groaned, his right arm running through his hair. The faint rosy color that decorated his features were enough to tell you that he’s embarrassed that you caught him in the middle of the act一of burning toast that is.

“I would love to sleep in, Buck but the smell of burnt toast woke me up.” You teased, letting out a soft laugh as he huffed softly, putting his hand over his face. You walked over to where he was and wrapped your arm around his frame, snuggling yourself against him, “Plus, the bed is cold without you, James.”

He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, hand cupping your cheek as his thumb prodded against the skin gently. “I’m sorry, baby. I just wanted to make something for you.” He explained, holding you in his tight embrace, swaying the both of you from side-to-side.

Bucky was still awkward in showing his emotions around you, albeit he was worse when the both of you first started dating. Everything was very foreign to him in terms of showing affection and receiving it. He was actually growing ashamed of himself for being a fool in front of you. He has his adorable moments with it; when he wants to say i love you but ends up saying something rather embarrassing that leaves you clueless or when he wants to give you a hug but instead just stands and looks at you until you ask what’s the problem.

It was so very new to him and you didn’t blame him for it, instead you embraced it and told him that he didn’t have to force himself and that you can wait for even a thousand more days if it meant you could see him comfortably be affectionate around you. It’s in these little moments like this that you are reminded of how loving he can actually be.

“Then we can make them together, love. So I can make you something as well.” You answered, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss, smiling into it as you feel him smiling as well. He nodded, hesitantly letting you go as he grabbed the bread and passed it on to you.

“If so, can you do the toast? I don’t want to burn them again."

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feetoffthetablee · 3 years

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sweet little angel.

a sam wilson x little!fem!reader wherein sam finally realizes the hints the reader has been leaving for him.

WARNING: nsfw, 18+, ddlg dynamics, little!reader, daddy!sam, nothing because it’s just soff and domestic shit <3

A/N: i dug deep into research for this one and i’m still very much worried that this fic is inaccurate. besties pls don’t judge me on this one bcs it’s my first time writing smth for ddlg aha Ha hA big thanks to @angeloniaa for helping me with this one aksdfjdfj ily bestie <3

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Sam felt like an absolute idiot that he didn’t realize what those hints you were giving off all those months back; the peculiar way you chose movies that were more inclined to kids, the way you would have a teddy bear snuggled right in your arms whenever he’s gone, and how you would babble softly when doing the chores around the house一 you were a little and he felt absolute horrible that he’d let you go through your little space for that long.

His knowledge about it was limited, he tried his best to delve into what it means to be your daddy, even though he already was a natural caregiver, he wanted to be the perfect one for you; the perfect daddy for his little angel.

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Sam stirred in his spot as he watched you read in your little nook, brows furrowed as you turned the pages of what seems to be another novel from a recent collection you had bought with him. He had found you absolutely adorable with the way his shirt hung on your frame loosely with your teddy, which he had recently learned that the name was Fuzzy, snug right in your arms.

He had been searching for the right moment to talk to you about his recent discovery, but it was always at the wrong time; having been caught up in his responsibilities as Captain America and how busy you are with your own line of work, he couldn’t find the right time for him to bring up the topic.

“Y/N, baby.” Sam called out, effectively pulling you out from your reading bubble as you looked at him with a bright and curious smile. “C’mere, sweets. I need to talk to you about something.” he said, patting on his lap with a smile of his own plastered on his lips. “Bring Fuzzy with you.”

You happily obliged, feeling yourself fall into your little space at the way he commanded you, making your heart flutter. Communication was never a problem for you and Sam, but you can’t help but hide this side of you from him due to the fear that he might not be into that and leave you, like how your previous relationships were.

“What seems to be the matter, Sammy?” you asked, easily finding your spot on his lap, relaxing into his arms that circled around your waist so easily. Your eyes stared deep into his to search for some kind of answer as to why he called you so suddenly only to be met with deep adoration that only seemed to make your heart flutter more.

He leaned in to press a gentle peck on your lips, “Nothing, sweetheart.” Sam answers, squeezing you gently in his embrace. “I have a very important question for you to answer, think you can handle that?” his tone was soft, sweet, and gentle as he was careful not to overwhelm you.

The way he was so caring made you fall deeper into being a little, clutching onto your teddy bear, you nodded meekly, scared that you might babble your words as you were still not totally open with him. This made Sam’s heart swell up in love at how adorable you looked trying to fight off your little ways from slipping up.

“Now, would you like for Sammy to be your Daddy, hmm baby girl?” He dropped the question off, feeling a huge weight come off from his chest as he continued, “Would like to be my baby?”

The way he emphasized my baby was enough for you to get what he meant and it excited you to the core, knowing that you can finally be free around Sam. You nodded excitedly, slightly sitting up and held onto his shoulders, eyes filled with excitement, “Will Sammy really be my Daddy?” you asked excitedly, letting go of your stuffed toy and wrapped your arms around him instead.

A low chuckle left his lips, nodding as he nuzzled his face in the junction where your shoulder and neck meet, pressing feather-light kisses. “Of course, you’ll be Daddy’s sweet angel.” Sam reassured, looking back at you with a grin. “We can discuss your rules later, sweets. How about you be a good girl and go get that book you were reading and continue on my lap.”

Upon hearing his request, he patted your sides as he motioned you to stand up. Not wanting to push his limits just yet, you easily obliged and walked on over to your previous spot, grabbing the book and waddled right on back to him, finding your place in his lap. “Will Dada read this to me?” you asked, holding it out for him.

Sam shook his head slowly, “No, you will, baby. You can handle that right?” he said, looking at you expectantly as he pushed the object back into your arms. He didn’t know how far you were in terms of your regression and this was certainly a way on how he can test the waters to find out.

You nodded proudly, a toothy grin plastered on your lips. “Y-yes, Dada. Will read to you like- like a big girl!” your answer caused Sam to smile so wide, pulling you into his embrace even more. You squealed a bit at the motion, laughing heartily. “I wub you, Dada.” you say softly, looking at him with another smile as you, finally, let yourself fall deeper into being a Little.

“I love you too, princess.” Sam said, placing a few more kisses to your lips which made you hum happily, making small happy dances in his lap. He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking over to the book in your grasp and whispered, “Show me how much of a big girl you are and read for me, baby.”

You giggled happily, opening the novel to where your bookmark is and started to read, stumbling over some words and pausing momentarily in-between them as you got lost but you didn’t grow frustrated nor were you sad because Sam was right by your side, helping you read those adult words with ease as his fingers guide you through the sentences.

You finally felt safe and secure, that you can finally be yourself knowing that your Dada, Sam is there to guide you and make sure that you are; of course he would, you’re his sweet little angel.

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