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fluffyprettykitty · 1 year

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glorification

Pairing: Sam Wilson x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 900 words

Outline: Your professor wants to thank you for your stellar academic performance.

Warnings: riding, penetration, spit play, breast play, finger sucking, daddy kink, age gap, praise kink, biting. if i forgot anything major let me know!

Author’s Note: thanks to my lovely lia for coming up with thots for this one, all sam aus I promised will be coming ahead! any thots about sam are much welcome!

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

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"That's my good girl!"

Sam smiles as his hands move further down your hips gripping your ass as you begin to ride him harder. Still wearing all of your college clothes, your hands on his shoulders helping you to hold on down his thick cock.

"Hmmm, daddy." You moan digging your nails into his vest. "T-thank you."

"Oh baby, you don't have to thank me. If you weren't so brilliant and smart then there wouldn't be much to do." Sam continues shining a gold smile at you as his one hand holds your chin caressing your cheek with the thumb. His other hand is on your waist pushing you closer to him.

"No d-daddy!" You moan as you roll your hips. "It's you. I wouldn't have made it without you."

"Oh baby, let's just say I helped put you on the right road. Alright? Pushed you right where you needed to be."

You opened your mouth to protest more but he only pushed his finger inside your mouth forcing you to suck on it and shutting your insecure thoughts. Sure he was your professor, but he only taught you one class while you had achieved straight as across all of your classes, that's not something he could solely take credit for, this was all you.

"Look at you." He smiles more pushing another finger inside your mouth as you are using your tongue to lick around them, your brain getting a little fuzzy. "Speed it up, baby. Show me how happy Daddy makes you." He chuckles knowing you are going to eat that shit right up, pleasing him was your favorite thing in the world and you wanted nothing more than to prove yourself to him again and again.

"Mmm." You try to mumble something but it's impossible to speak and you start riding his cock again, bringing your body up and down his shaft while your hands hold onto his strong shoulders. He feels so full inside you that you can feel him everywhere making your knees fall further as you push your body towards him.

Sam finds his opportunity to nuzzle his face across your contained chest and using his teeth pops a couple of buttons of your dress shirt open. He uses the flat of his tongue on your bare skin above your bra and slowly he reaches his target pushing the fabric of your bra away. Taking his free hand to hold the base of your breast he takes your nipple between his lips and starts circling it with his tongue.

You try to speak as you moan more, wanting to chant his name but he only pushes his fingers deeper inside your mouth causing you to clench hard around his cock. He doesn't seem to mind as he continues to suck on your nipple with his eyes closed. You decide to pick up the pace, hopping up and down his cock faster, your wetness mixed with his precum and the copious amount of spit you provided allowing you to move much more freely.

Sam lets go of your nipple only to sweetly kiss around your breast and up your collarbone. You eyes stay focused on him as you try to breathe around his finger and he chuckles at you with glee. "Look at my good girl, look how good she makes me feel. Where did I get so lucky to have the most beautiful girl in the world here in my lap acing her tests and watching her bloom into her finest self?"

You want to kiss him and you move your head and he immediately understands, slipping his fingers away and crushing his lips against yours, until your lips become so entangled into one another breathing inside. You switch it up from up and down to side and side wanting him to feel all of you and take him as much you can, you are aware of how much he loves but he wants you to feel just as good as well.

It doesn't take him to long for his breaths to get shorter and you know what that means, so you roll your hips in a way that allow your pussy to clench hard on his cock, trapping him inside and making sure he'll cum right there. He chuckles as he kisses down your throat and once he can feel his orgasm reaching him, he bites down your throat to supress his moans -it's his office anyway and even if the doors and windows are locked you can never know you could possibly be passing by.

Sam shoots his cum inside you, slowly but gloriously at last and you try hard not to shout your own as you bite down your lips to keep yourself quiet. Reaching your pleasures together was your favorite thing and you almost could never finish unless he did, something that he wants so much to change deep within you.

Your arms wrap around his back and pull him closer as you collapse on his chest and he embraces you into him trying to catch his breath. He begins to overuse your name in a low chant as you are both breathing into each other.

In a couple of minutes when you will both be getting ready to leave your private tutor session, Sam will be promising you a date to remember and you know that he always keeps up with his promises.

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imyourbratzdoll · 10 months

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After everyones request is it ok to ask for sam willson pls

Fluffy sam request with him and reader chilling at movie night and them cuddling in a shared blanket please

hello honey! I'm so sorry for taking so long, and I hope you enjoy it! also, thank you to @lokiandbuckysdoll for supporting me on kofi!

summary - your partner comes home, and you two best relax by watching a movie together.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Yay! Movie night!” Sam shimmies, holding a handful of snacks, and heads over to you. You smile as you watch him place the snacks on the coffee table and open your arms for him to crawl into them. Sam lifts the blankets, getting under them and snuggling into you. He sighs as your arms wrap around him, and you press play on the horror movie. “I’ve missed you so much, baby. This is the best way to unwind. You, me, some snacks and a movie, perfection.” He kisses his fingers, grinning as you giggle at his words before he reaches over and grabs some of the chocolate sitting there, handing you a few blocks while eating some for himself.

You rest your head against his shoulder, squeezing your arms around him tightly as you’ve missed having him close to you. “I’ve missed you too, Sam. You tend to light everything up with your presence.” You turn your head, kissing his cheek softly, loving how warm he is. You tend to run cold, but you become so much more warmer when he's around. “I love you so much.”

The two of you watch the movie, laughing and commenting on the scenes and how stupid the people can be. You continue to eat the snacks and cuddle with your partner, enjoying having him in your company after being away from each other for so long. As the credits roll, Sam rolls over and wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your chest and pulling you close to him. “I’ve missed this.” He looks up at you with a soft look, his eyes memorising your face. “I’ve missed you, everything about you.” Sam lifts his hand, stroking your cheek, and your breath hitches, eyes fluttering shut as his touch brings comfort.

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fandoms-writings · 1 year

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How about “you know me better than that” with Sam Wilson 💙

Hi Em! This is my first time ever writing for Sam <3

Sam stopped at your apartment to check on you. You hadn't responded to his messages, but he knew you probably wouldn't. He disappeared without a word for a few weeks with Bucky for a mission. It was last minute and you were out with some friends and he didn't want to worry you, but he knows he should've said good-bye at least.

He had already knocked and was waiting with a bouquet of flowers in his hands for you to open the door. He heard some shuffling on the other end before the door whipped open. Looking up from the bundle of your favorite flowers, he wanted to throw on his best charming smile but halted when he saw the anger in your eyes.

"Uh, hi sweetheart," He said, suddenly nervous at the rage swimming in your pupils.

"Don't 'hi sweetheart' me, Wilson," You growled out, "Where the hell have you been? It's been two weeks!"

Nervously swallowing and clearing his throat, he held the flowers out, "I can explain, if you wanna let me in?" He watched as you huffed a breath through your nose before taking the flowers from him.

"I don't want to let you in, but I don't want the neighbors hearing either, so get in here." You turned and walked into your apartment, leaving him to shut the door behind him as he followed you to the kitchen, waiting while you got a vase and water for the flowers.

Once you were done, you turned on him with your arms crossed as you leaned against the counter behind you.

"Well? Care to explain?"

"You know I'm Captain America now, sometimes I have to go away for a while." He offered, but you just scoffed.

"Yes I know that, I'm not dumb. But you left without a word! Do you have any idea what went through my head thinking of all the things that could've happened?"

"I know, I'm sorry."

"No," You stopped him, "You don't know. I thought something happened to you. I thought you were never coming back."

He froze at the sight of tears lining your lashes, ones you tried to keep from falling.

"Part of me even thought that maybe I did something that made you leave. That maybe I ruined us," You muttered and he stepped forward, gently grabbing your elbows to pull your arms from their crossed position. He slid his hands down your arms to grab your hands, holding them between the two of you.

"Sweetheart, you know me better than that," He softly said, looking down at you with his brows pinched, "Don't you?"

You sighed, letting the tears slide past your lashes, "I thought I did, but then you vanished."

At that, his heart broke in two and the pieces plummeted through the floor beneath his feet. Gently tugging on your hands, giving you time to resist, he pulled you into a crushing embrace.

"I'm so sorry, love," He muttered into your hair, pressing his lips there, "I should've told you what was goin' on."

"Yeah you should've," You mumbled into his jacket, your hands slowly but surely moving to wrap around his back. "If you want this to work, you have to tell me these things."

"I know," He sighed, "I just didn't want you to worry while you were out with your friends that night."

You gave him a light smack on his back, "You big dummy," you mumbled before pulling back, "I'd rather know and worry for your safety than sit here wondering where you went."

"I know, I'm sorry." He squeezed you to him, trying to convey how sorry he felt through this embrace and you squoze him right back.

"Just don't do it again." You demanded, pulling back to look up at him through your wet lashes.

"I promise, never again." He gave you a small smile, "And if I ever do, I'll let Bucky smack me upside the head, how about that?"

That pulled a soft giggle from you, "Only if it's not with the vibranium arm, we can't have him giving you a concussion now can we?"

He let out a hearty laugh, "No I suppose we can't."

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rassvetsky · 1 year

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On a Leash

sam wilson x reader

"Even when everything goes downhill, Sam knows that a night spent in his arms with an episode or two of Friends might fix the gloom. Only this time, your way of thanking him was long overdue and much appreciated."

[2k] | friends to lovers, stressed out reader, playful banter, sam being a total angel (i really need this man in my life tbh), soft kisses :(, making out, lowkey getting caught but it's funny so. yes. enjoy this mess

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

This whole mission was a disaster. At least on your end.

Witnesses refused to talk to you for some reason, your gun got jammed right in the middle of combat and caused you to take some nasty blows, and on top of all that, Steve & Bucky decided to leave you and Sam behind in Europe just so you could play side-kick while he gained further intel.

You felt useless, and frustrated.

You plopped down on the chair by the side of the wall, 70 year old wallpaper of the shitty motel making you roll your eyes. Anything could annoy you at that point. Pointing your still jammed handgun towards a safe direction, you quickly removed the magazine, and started to rack the slide over and over, until the jammed round finally fell off.

"As long as they don't charge us extra for a hole in that shitty wall," you heard Sam speak, tone soft, before heaving a sigh. You didn't hear him come out of the bathroom, where he was taking a shower. "What's got you so hot and bothered?"

"Seriously? Are you being for real?" you snapped right back, setting the gun down on the small table with a sigh before letting your elbows fall on your knees. "The whole op was shit."

"It so wasn't," he shook his head before walking over to the bed, not too far away from where you were seated. He plopped down on the mattress with a sigh before shrugging. "You remind me of Bucky when you're grumpy like that."

"I'm not grumpy."

"Go look in the mirror. All Barnes no L/N." he chuckled to himself, but that chuckle died down quickly when you didn't react at all.

He wasn't used to that. Sure, you could be a bit of a grump sometimes, but all it took was a joke or two to coax you out of it and bring you back to your senses. You looked like you were on the verge of tears and that sent Sam into a state of panic, as he cleared his throat and locked eyes with yours. "You wanna talk about it?"

"No."

"You're saying no now, but I know you're gonna start running that mouth at three hundred miles per hour as soon as I decide to go to sleep."

"Sam," you sighed. "I know you mean well but you really gotta learn how to shut up sometimes."

"That was real Barnes-"

"Sam."

"Right. Sorry." he nodded slowly, knowing he shouldn't take it personally. Stress got to you sometimes, and the way things didn't go your way at all during the mission must've only added to it. Pulling the blanket over himself, he watched as you heaved a sigh and kept staring at the ground. "Wanna watch Friends?"

You thought about it for a second, without instantly dismissing it. Sam took your silence as an opportunity. "I promise I won't clap along to the intro and wake you up this time."

With no words, you got up from where you were seated, only to push Sam a bit to make up some space for you to lay on. The bed was unfortunately a single, so this would be a tight squeeze if you wanted to lay comfortably but Sam, being the absolute gentleman he is, made sure to be on the verge of falling out of the bed just so you could have your space. Propping his phone up, he scrambled to put on a random episode, as you laid by his side with your head against his shoulder- a warm sigh leaving your lips.

It was after two episodes that you started feeling a bit lighter, through the short laughs the two of you let out- and right as he was about to put on the third, you got a soft hold on his wrist, causing him to look at you. "Enough?"

"No, not that." you huffed out, slowly pulling away from him to get a better look at his face. "I lashed out at you like an asshole and you're still being nice to me."

A soft smile took over him at that. "You didn't mean to." he shrugged, setting the phone down on the nightstand just so you knew that his whole attention was on you. "I know how hard it is to be in this world. To always be in a conflict bigger than you. To have this responsibility. And it doesn't even pay well, I mean, where's my Caribbean getaway?"

You let out a quiet chuckle.

"We're taught to not let things out. Taught to keep the blood, sweat and tears in. Taught to man up- and that's such bullshit. That's the biggest trauma." his tone audibly softened when you curled up against him again. "I'm not gonna be an asshole to you when all you're doing is lettin' your feelings out. Whether it's through breaking a vase or two, or crying- I'm always here for you to lean on. 'Cause you've been there for me."

"This feels like a premade Support Group speech."

"Might've stolen a line or two from my former speeches," he chuckled. "Just- don't worry about it, 'kay? And trust me, I wouldn't even call that 'lashing out'. You ever been yelled at by Bucky Barnes during therapy?"

Your bright laugh was enough to fill him up to the brim with happiness, as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and let his lips fall against your hair. This was new- this type of intimacy. Sure, spending hours all cuddled up was something the two of you have grown used to, but Sam never wanted more in his life than to hold you close against his chest until the sunrise before.

You reached up a bit, until you could cup his cheek with your palm. Dark brown orbs stared right into your soul, you felt, seeing through every single secret you held. The smile on your lips said it all- but you needed to voice it out, you had to. "I'm so glad you're a part of this bullshit. Couldn't have done anything without you, really."

"Obviously. I'm the only smart one in the team." his snicker was short-lived as you reached in to press your lips right against the corner of his, letting them stay there for a second before pulling away. He could feel them linger there, the spot burning up with an invisible flame which you ignited. His smile was almost idiotic, in terms of width. "Damn."

"Damn?"

"Right after I give a speech 'bout letting your feelings rise to the surface," he shook his head, teasingly. "You're still not kissing me properly when you wanna."

"How are you so sure I want to kiss you, smart-ass?" you quipped, the grin on your lips giving away the playful nature.

"Because this feeling, it just has to be mutual, Y/N." a deep sigh left him. "Can't be the only one having a heart attack all the damn time. That smile of yours? You gotta put it on a leash."

And you two just laughed, softly, teeth showing. No sign of hard feelings, no pressure, no worries. Just the two of you, curled up on a single bed with a shitty mattress that made a noise each time you moved around, the scent of molding walls which was probably dangerous but you didn't mind. The two of you against the universe when you finally kissed him, no rush in sight he melted right into it, taking it slow and steady just to savor the moment. Just in case he wouldn't get to do it again.

You maneuvered on top of him then, and he even took a moment to pull the blanket up your thighs again- like a gentleman. You smiled against his lips, palms cupping his face and caressing his cheeks, the soft stubble that he was too lazy to shave off earlier, the hum of appreciation that left him when you moved closer to his chest. His arms were everywhere and nowhere all at once, one second wrapping around you tightly, taking the other to slip under the thin material of your shorts through your thighs, but nothing too immoral.

You pulled away for air after a while, a soft gasp from his side making you chuckle and bite your lower lip. "We definitely waited too long for this."

"All it took was a goddamn support speech. You should've joined those sessions, the storeroom is usually empty, we could've just locked the door and-"

You shushed him with another kiss, this time shorter, earning an eye roll from him. "Three hundred miles per hour, you said?"

"You're gettin' me all nervy. Can't really blame me for that now, can you?"

"Well," you hummed, gestures all teasing. "We're taught to not talk, taught to keep the words in…"

"Oh shut the hell up, get your own support speech."

That must've been the best sleep you've gotten in over a century. You woke up with a smile on your lips and the weight of Sam's arm by your waist, your back flush to his chest and his breaths steady.

Too steady to be asleep. You shared a room with this man for months, he usually snores like a-

"Good morning?"

"Why did that sound like a question?" you croaked, smiling to yourself with your eyes still closed.

"Felt like a creep just waiting for you to wake up. I got up to pee earlier and then didn't know what to do with myself so just got back to bed, I don't-"

You slowly shuffled around in his hold, turning just enough to be able to press a kiss against his lips. "How'd you sleep?"

"Like a log." he hummed, forehead against yours. "Literal log. Steve could split me in two and I wouldn't bat an eye."

"You could also split me in two, I wouldn't complain."

"Watch it," his laugh mirrored yours. "Wanna get breakfast?"

"Kinda expected you to bring that to bed."

"I could have my breakfast on this very bad, don't know about you though-"

"Watch it."

"Sure, sure."

Sam was a man of his word.

Because weeks later, right at the Department of Veterans Affairs, he was busy locking the door of the storeroom, as you sat on a few stacked boxes, legs dangling in silent excitement. "Alright, now I need you to be real quiet," he whispered, before making his way over to you again, taking his spot right in between your thighs before tugging you a bit closer and cutting off your giggling fit with his lips. Your arms were around his neck tightly as if on instinct, legs tugging him closer and closer until he was flush against you. It was bordering dangerous, how your tongue grazed against his, and his teeth caught your lower lip just to elicit a sound and it was all just a hot mess; but neither of you could complain.

He took notice of the way you oh so subtly grinded against him, your lips traveling down to his neck to give him the attention he certainly deserves. Soft nips met kitten licks against the soft skin, and the sigh he let out was to die for. But before he could do anything to return the favor, a knock on the door was heard, as you slowly raised your gaze up to him like a deer at headlights.

"Mr. Wilson? If you and your wonderful girlfriend could give me a second, I'm just gonna grab the mop real quick."

His annoyed gaze had you pressing your palm against your lips to stifle a giggle, as you reached in to kiss his cheek. He was the most beautiful, a grin lingering on his lips even though he looked like he was a second away from a temper tantrum, and he could probably say the same. The way you looked up at him as if he hung the moon, with that playful smile and those gentle eyes that he would take a bullet or two for… He was-

Another knock. "I know you're in there. I saw you go in and had a mental breakdown over the fact that I really need that mop."

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velvetcloxds · 1 year

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if you're too shy- send me a character and a scenario and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

sam wilson + fake dating bc reader's parents really just won't leave her alone or the reader really needs a plus one at her cousin's wedding and also bc the reader doesn't want to be teased about how she "can't get some"

WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR | S.W.

word count: 0.6k

warnings: two oblivious idiots, pretend sam isn't outside in the gif lol

"I'm sure they didn't mean it like that," you're pacing, missing the sympathetic smile on your best friend's lips as he watches you from your couch, cold beer in hand as he waits for a reply, knowing you're not even truly listening to him.

"Like why would they assume that I'm coming alone? Is it really that unbelievable that I could find a plus one?" you paused, eyeing Sam for his reaction, pouting at him, silently begging him to set your mind at ease. "I could, couldn't I?" his eyes were soft as he nodded at you, beer abandoned on the coffee table, hand gently taking hold of your wrist to pull you towards him.

"Of course, you could, baby," he was convincing, the friendly nickname aiding in his plea as he guided you to sit down on the table in front of him, thumb brushing over your pulse point in an attempt to keep you settled long enough to actually hear what he's saying. "Look at me," he insisted with a little scoff, waiting ever patiently for you to stop being stubborn and meet his gaze and it took a second, a minute, but you finally looked up from your knees, pout very present still as you did. "Don't let this get to you so much, you could get any guy you want if you tried."

"Oh, I'm sure."

"Well, I am," he wasn't pleased with your objection, finding it very much offensive that you'd question his word when he considered himself a very honest and straightforward man, very rarely wrong but he'd never tell you that. "You want me to go with you? Haven't been to a wedding in forever, plus the world should get the chance to appreciate my dancing."

"I don't want a pitty date, Sammy," you sighed, carelessly taking his hand into your lap, fiddling with his fingers, tracing the lines on his palm, something you would've questioned in its casualty if you weren't so comfortable with him. "I want someone to want to go on a date with me because they like me, maybe cause they find me pretty."

"I like you," he argued with a scoff. "And I think you're way past pretty," he added and you were the one to scoff, narrowing your eyes at him, demanding some contradiction to his statement and receiving none as he shrugged. "Come on, you know I like seeing you all dolled up and looking fine, it'll do my ego good being seen with a stunner like you," his tone was teasing yet the way his eyes roamed your features made it clear that he was sincere. After all, you were his girl in every way but the way he wanted, his best friend, his human, the only person he'd be caught being so soft with, and even though he always thought there was more there, he wasn't going to force it, not until you showed any sign of wanting the same.

"You know my mom already thinks we're secretly hooking up," you mentioned and he shrugged again, smiling as you looked down shyly, heat rising up your neck at how casual he was being about this. "The rest of them would eat their hearts out at the sight of someone as good-looking as you walking in with me," you were starting to cave, seeing the pros to this little ruse and selfishly, you always enjoyed the way Sam pulled you just a little too close while dancing with you.

"So, you going to let me take you then? I'll buy you a corsage and everything," he offered and you laughed, not fighting against the grip that pulled you onto his lap, booping your nose as you giggled.

"That's for prom, Sammy, not for a wedding," you smiled, content as his arms wrapped around you in a platonic embrace, a comfortable position as you reached over to bring his beer back to him. "Will you go dress shopping with me too?" you quipped, watching with curious eyes as he took a slow sip, following his adam's apple as he swallowed, cursing the way it made your stomach flutter.

"Course, I will, you could give me a little fashion show while you fit them."

"Then yes, you can definitely be my date."

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p-taryn-dactyl · 10 months

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Drunk and fluffy Sam would be nice If you're still taking requests

a/n: ahhh thank you so much for this request! I hope I write Sam's character ok, I love him so much!!

word count: 571

warning(s): mentions of drinking alcohol - mostly fluff - fem!reader

drunk on your love

Yawning, you opened your apartment door to stop the incessant knocking. Checking your watch, you groaned as it read 2am. The door opened to reveal an exhausted Bucky, with your boyfriend hanging off one of his shoulders.

"Please take him." Bucky pleaded, an edge of desperation in his tone. Sam raised his head, confusion in his eyes as to where he was until he saw you. His entire face lit up as he pushed away from his best friend to practically collapse in your arms.

"Y/N!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you stumbled backwards slightly as the sudden weight. As an impulse, your arms wrapped around him, steading Sam's wobbly form. You laughed slightly as you nodded at Bucky.

"Thank you for bringing him home. Now go get some sleep."

Bucky did a mock salute, nodding his head.

"Yes ma'am."

Thankfully, Buck didn't live too far from your apartment, so you weren't too worried about your boyfriend emotional support 100 year old. You made your way into your home, helping Sam stumble his way to the couch, where you carefully sat him down to go get a glass of water for him. But before you could walk away, you felt hands wrap around your waist, stopping you in your tracks.

"Where are you going?" His words were slurred slightly and his tone had a sad undertone. You laughed, gently pushing his hands away ad turning around to cup his face in your hands.

"To get you a water and some coffee, hon. You're drunk."

Sam gasped at your words, making you snort at his expression. He smirked, trying in his drunken stupor to look seductive.

"Drunk on your love, baby."

He made a kissy face and you couldn't hold back your uncontrollable laughter.

"You are adorable right now, just wait until the morning comes."

You went to get him some water plus a cup of coffee. When you came back, you found him passed out on the couch. Shaking your head with a loving smile, you put the water on the coffee table, along with an aspirin. The coffee, however, you drank as you pulled out your computer to get some writing done, drifting off to sleep in the armchair.

When you woke up, your face was plastered against your keyboard and the clock read 10am. At least you got eight hours. Sam groaned awake from the couch, clutching his head and popping his back. He noticed the glass of water and quickly took the medicine while gulping down the drink.

"Had a good time last night?" You asked from your seat, humor tinging your tone. Sam jumped slightly, as you were out of his line of sight, turning slightly to see you.

"Why am I on the couch?" He asked, a little bit of worry in his tone. You were quick to assure him, standing up to pop your joints.

"Because I'm not a superhuman and you were practically deadweight last night. Plus you fell asleep there so."

Sam chuckled before wincing and rubbing his temples.

"Sheesh, what did I drink?"

You were about to answer when Sam's words from last night came flooding back. You walked to the back of the couch, standing behind Sam with a smirk on your face.

"Oh honey, you were drunk on my love."

Sam would never live those words down.

a/n: hi! I hope this was ok!! thank you for reading :)

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crazyunsexycool · 5 months

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A lil childhood friends to lovers prompt for a drabble?

'There was always that one place they would both run off to - to escape parents, annoying siblings and just the world in general. They haven’t had contact in a long time, but when things get rough, they both end up in their safe place again.'

Meet me at our spot

Sam Wilson x Reader

A/N: since there’s no specific pairing I chose Sam. Kind of a college AU.

It was hot but that was Louisiana still there was no where else you’d rather be. It would be better if your life long best friend would be here but it’s been a while since you’d talk to him and even longer since you’ve seen him in person. He had been the one to find the secluded lake, dock included. It was both of your safe haven. From school bullies to overbearing parents and annoying siblings. The lake and the dock was just for the two of you but recently it was only yours.

With your feet dangling over the edge of the dock and the sun beating down on you, you breathed a sigh of relief. You lay back and wonder why you’d bothered to come back home for the short school break. Your parents kept nagging you about the major you’d chosen. It was getting to be too much staying in the house so you’d gone to your spot.

After a few minutes you feel and hear footsteps on the short wooden dock and you tilt your head back. You’re surprised to see a military uniform and none other than your life long best friend Sam Wilson looking down at you amused.

“Sam?” You sit up and turn around to get a proper look at him. He looked great. Definitely much broader and sturdier than when he left for boot camp two and a half years ago.

“The one and only.”

You stood and closed the small gap between the two of you and threw your arms around his shoulders.

“I can’t believe you’re here. You look great.” You murmur.

“So do you.”

“So what brings you back home?” You ask once you pull away.

“I’m on leave. Just for a few days.”

You nod as you sit back down, Sam taking his usual spot beside you. The two of you catch up on what you’ve been up to for the last two years. You offer him a drink from the cooler you always brought out.

As the sunsets you both finally get up and start heading back.

“Why did you never reply to my letters?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.” Sam says as you both start walking toward the hidden trail.

You stop and look up at him. This was probably the only time you’d see him before you went back to college and him back to the Air Force.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Sam sighed and looked back toward the lake. You didn’t say anything while he worked through whatever it was that was going through his head.

“There’s something that I wanted to tell you for a really long time but every time I wanted to say it I got scared. Then we both went out separate ways and I thought that time apart would be good and I’d get over what I had to get over.” He says after looking at you. “Then I got your letters and I knew that I needed to tell you the truth but I thought that saying it over and over letter wasn’t the right thing to do either.”

By now your heart was beating wildly. Whatever he had to say could be anything. Maybe he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore. Or worse maybe he found someone and you never got a chance to tell him how you felt.

“The truth is that I’m in love with you. I thought that’s something you deserve to hear in person.”

“You what?” You stared at him wide eyed.

Sam laughs and shakes his head. He can’t help but take in how beautiful you look in the last few rays of the sun.

“I said I’m in love with you. I have been for a while. I don’t know if that will ruin the friendship but this time apart made me realize that it wasn’t just some dumb little crush. It’s ok if you don’t feel the same.”

“I do.” You nod excitedly before smiling. “I do I love you too. It’s why I was so hurt that you never replied. I thought I’d done something wrong.”

“Yeah, about that.”

Sam pulls out envelopes out of his pockets and presents them to you. There aren’t as many as you wrote him but each envelope was thick.

“Here is every single reply to your letters.”

Tears well in your eyes as you take them from him. You smile up at Sam and then throw your arms around his neck and your lips slot over his.

“I love you.” Sam murmurs in between kisses and pulling you closer to himself. “Go out with me.”

“I love you too.” You reply. “I’d love too.”

Some of the most important moments in your relationship with Sam happened at the lake it made sense that you confessed your love for each other in the place that watched it bloom. It was more than just a lake, it was your sanctuary, safe place, it was your spot.

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babyjakes · 1 year

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one boy's hero. [blurb.]

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event masterlists | nyx's half, eun's half

summary | riley's dad is his biggest hero, in every way imaginable.

featured from the wilson family | sam wilson (dad), riley wilson (8 year old son)

warnings | just very sweet and cute and fluffy :'-) i love sam dad a whole lot holy moly, also he named his son after riley<3<3

an | starting this special event off with something sweet and special, for one of my absolute favs— sam <3 this is my first time writing for him, so i hope i did him justice! just the thought of him having a son who looks up to him so much made me sooo soft, hope you guys like this one and enjoy the rest of the event :'-)<3!!!

As he stood before his third-grade class, his little notecards shaking in his hands from excitement, Riley could hardly contain the smile on his face. Standing beside him, as steady a presence as always, Sam was doing everything he could to keep from tearing up. Placing a hand on his son's shoulder, he gave him a smile as the small boy looked back up at him with an indescribable sense of pride shining in his gaze.

Turning back to face his class, Riley cleared his throat before beginning, "My name's Riley, and my special person is my dad." The kids ooh'd and ahh'd in their seats, some of them recognizing him from his line of work. "He's an Avenger!" a young boy from the second row blurted, earning a gentle hush from the teacher. "Yeah, I know," Riley laughed, "Pretty cool, right? Lots of you've probably seen him on TV— to everyone else, he's the Falcon. But to me, he's just Dad." The sweet boy turned to give his father a side hug, earning 'aww's from the audience as Sam fussed his hair playfully.

Trying to refocus on the little speech he'd written, Riley then turned back to his notecards. "My dad is a superhero at work, but to me, what really makes him a hero is all the other stuff he does. Before joining the Avengers, he was a pa-ra-res-cue man in the Air Force," he sounded out his words, "and at home, he takes care of me and my sisters and Mama– and he's the best dad ever." Hearing this little presentation for the first time, Sam couldn't help but gulp down a batch of tears, his heart swelling warmly with pride. "When I grow up, I wanna be just like him: smart, kind, and always ready to help others."

At the conclusion of the speech, the class erupted in cheers. A round of praise could be heard through the room as the pair earned a standing ovation, "Wow, Sam's awesome!" "I wanna join the Air Force too!" "I wish my dad was a superhero!"

Sweeping little Riley up off the floor in a giant bear hug, Sam held his boy close as he whispered in his ear, "That was awesome, bud. I'm so proud of you."

"Proud of you too, Dad," Riley breathed into his dad's embrace, "always proud of you."

"Thank you, Riley. Class, would anyone like to ask Mr. Wilson a question?" the teacher cut in, nearly every hand in the room shooting up in the air. Chuckling at the class's enthusiasm, she turned to Riley and offered, "Riley, would you like to call your friends?"

"Sure!" the boy was pleased to agree. First he chose a girl sitting in the front row, whose eyes went wide with excitement at being selected to ask the hero a question.

"Hi Mr. Wilson!" she beamed, earning a friendly smile from the man, "My question is: who is your favorite Avenger?"

.・。.・゜ ✫ ・.・✫・゜・。.

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jewels2876 · 1 year

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No Reason

A/N: Finishing up my bingo card!

Square filled for @marvelfluffbingo: Buying flowers for no reason

Pairing: Sam Wilson x female reader Warnings: none, just fluff! Word Count: 171

He stared at the collection of flowers in front of him, racking his brain to remember... "Did you need some help?" the staff member offered.

"Unless you know what my girlfriend's favorite flowers are, probably not." Heat flushed across his face. "Are those roses?" His finger pointed just past the staff member.

"Yes. Is there a special occasion?"

You squealed at the massive bouquet headed in your direction. "Sam! You shouldn't have!" You inhaled deeply, savoring the scents of roses, carnations, and lilies.

"I wanted to spoil my girl." Sam knew you needed no explanation but it felt good to say it anyway. "Do you like them? I know they aren't your favorite."

You screeched. "What?! I LOVE lilies; the lavender color is so beautiful! I think they should go on the dining room table so everyone can see them."

Sam followed your direction and set them down on the table. "So you like them?" Sam bent his head as you reached up to kiss him.

"I love them," you muttered against his lips.

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fluffyprettykitty · 11 months

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contentment

Pairing: Sam Wilson x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 320 words

Outline: Watching your husband build a cot for your baby.

Warnings: pregnancy, children :P

Author’s Note: technically this is the fic that won the poll!

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist

Delacroix, Louisiana

A soft knock is heard on the door followed by the thunderous laughter coming from your firstborn rapidly running into your arms. You embrace them warmly and then pick them up. Quickly you head to the children's room only to be greeted by the sight of your husband working on a baby's cot, his muscles and back all exposed as he softly hammered away.

You wanna stay there for a couple of minutes just to admire him and take in the sight of him working away sweaty and muscly like that. To your dismay, your child begins giggling and Sam turns around with a smile. He jumps off of your arms and runs to Sam.

"I do it!" He yells and tries to take the hammer from Sam's hand but your husband keeps it in his hands and just softly helps him hammer away. "Not a bad job there. One more time and you'll do it perfectly."

The image melts your heart as he shows off to your son how to do it. Three years ago when you met him walking down the fish market, your baby in your arms, you never thought that now you'd be married in holy matrimony and expecting your first child together.

You smile as you move to sit down on the nearby chair Sam gives you a glance and a smile as you settle down crossing your legs. Your son is now babbling away, extremely happy he is building the cot as Sam gives warm smiles to you and him. You know this moment -this life means as much to him as to you.

Sighing deeply you allow the warm image to become a sweet melody in your head and a couple of months later when he'll be holding your hand in the delivery room, you'll know how it had always been your fate to get found by him.

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imyourbratzdoll · 10 months

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Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

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♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ➳ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 ❥ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 ❦ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌

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𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - your partner comes home, and you two best relax by watching a movie together.

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justagirlinafandomworld · 11 months

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I saw Stace @princessmisery666 made a masterlist of all her fake fic title requests and was inspired to do the same! Thank you, Stace! 💕

I reblogged an Ask Game awhile back requesting for you to send in some fake fic titles that I would then create a blurb, drabble, or one-shot on what that title inspires.

Y'all were awesome in sending some in and while I've still got a few titles in the inbox, here is what I've written so far!

Steve Rogers

Set Fire to the Bed | 133 words. Angst w/ twist ending. requested by @princessmisery666

Sam Winchester

What More Can I Say? | 486 words. Idiots in love. requested by @ princessmisery666

Dean Winchester

Rules and Roses | 117 words. Angst w/ UST. requested by @deanwinchesterswitch

Bravery in the Depths | 314 words. Idiots in love. requested by @ deanwinchesterswitch

Sam Wilson

What You Gave Me | 144 words. Fluff. requested by @ princessmisery666

Titles Coming Soon!

Splash w/ Sam Winchester requested by @hoboal87

Before It's Over requested by @ deanwinchesterswitch

His and Her Rules requested by @ deanwinchesterswitch

When The Wind Blows requested by @ princessmisery666

Young Bride w/ Dean Winchester requested by anonymous

Feel free to send more in!

like the dividers? check out @firefly-graphics for loads more!

My Main Masterlist

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helpinghanikan · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 (Day 4)

Day 4: Missionary (Sam Wilson)

Sam is a distracting man. If it’s not from his smile, it’s his personality. If it’s not his body, then it’s his voice. Even when he kisses you hungrily there is always something that draws your eyes elsewhere. Like how perfectly his ass fits in your hands.

“Mmm, are you doing anything important right now?” He asks, although you were both clearly done with work for the day.

“Only you,” It’s a cheesy line but it gets the point across. This proven when Sam presses harder, stepping you both back into the bed. You hit it with a slight bounce, hand reaching out towards your man. “If that’s okay?”

“No, I’m getting shirtless to leave the apartment.” He says, stepping into your space for another kiss.

This was usually how you like to have sex. Chest to chest with your knees up, almost to his armpits. It’s a better angle this way. When you can reach his mouth, hold his ass, feel his chest against yours and have it all at once.

His thrusts are strong but not very strategic. It sends ripples through your body. Jiggling your breasts and thighs with each connections. Sam desperate to find the right part of your to hold on. Starting with your hands, then your breasts, your thighs. He’s trying to grab everything he can. As if you may disappear any second and he wants to get his fill while he can.

“Baby, fuck, Baby.” He says between kisses on your sweet mouth.

He’s never been one for dirty talk. Rather just letting whatever noise seems right come out from him. A particular grip on his barely-there hair sends a moan into your throat that you reciprocate.

“Not going to-fuck…” He whispers, thrusts going faster. Slamming harder.

That’s the only warning your get when he cums. Moaning hard into your mouth as his hips roll slowly. Milking himself into you as he comes down from the high. Needing only a little break before going again, this time being your turn.

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peterpparkrr · 1 year

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All I want for Christmas is you

peterpparkrr’s 12 days of holiday drabbles

2. Christmas music + Sam Wilson

Summary: Sam loves Christmas music. You hate it.

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas! Make the yuletide gay!”

“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose.”

“All I want for Christmas is yooooouuuu, youuuu baaabbyyyy!”

It never stops.

No matter what time of day it is, from the day after Thanksgiving through the entirety of December, Sam’s baritone fills your home with a never-ending shuffle of Christmas songs.

Your first Christmas together you thought it was sweet. Every time you were at Sam’s apartment you’d know where he was, just based on where the soft hum of a Christmas carol was coming from. It was comforting.

You’d moved in together by the time your second Christmas together came around. And that was when you learned that he played and sang Christmas music all season long.

Which was fine. It’s fine.

Except you don’t exactly like Christmas music.

Honestly, you hate it.

It’s cringy and hokey and the absolute last thing you want to be listening to. Especially for a month straight.

But you also refuse to damper even a smidge of the unabashed joy and happiness that is Sam Wilson at Christmastime.

Bing Crosby is crooning when you geet home from work. You’re still taking off your coat and setting down your things when you see Sam come around the corner to greet you.

“Come dance with me, baby,” Sam calls out as he beckons you into the middle of the living room.

“Sam,” You begin to protest.

“It’s just the two of us, don’t be shy,” Sam says.

You finally give in and allow yourself to be pulled into Sam’s embrace, your head coming to rest on his shoulder as his hands wrap around you and you snake your hands around his back.

As you sway in time with the jazzy Christmas music

“I love you,” Sam murmurs into your hair.

“I love you too,” You reply as you pull away just enough to smile at him.

“I love that you put up with all the Christmas music even though you hate it,” He adds

“I don’t-” You begin to protest as you pull back a bit more.

“Yes you do,” Sam says. “But you’d never admit it to my face because you love me. And that’s what I love about you.”

You shake your head.

“When it’s you singing it, or you dancing around the kitchen to it, or us getting to do this? That makes it impossible for me to actually hate this music.”

“A Christmas miracle,” Sam quips with a smile as he presses a kiss on the tip of your nose.

And you two dance like that for the rest of the song, slowly moving together to the music as you just enjoy this kind of moment. It’s not until the song ends that you lift your head off Sam’s shoulder.

“But maybe you could play a little less Michael Bublé?”

#peterpparkrr's holiday drabbles #12 days of holiday drabbles #sam wilson #sam wilson fanfic #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson drabble #sam wilson reader insert

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rassvetsky · 1 year

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Hello hello my dear :D

I love your writing so i HAD to send a request! This is probably super niche and if you dont feel comfortable writing it thats COMPLETELY okay!<3

So i have a skin disorder that makes red spots appear ALL over my skin and it makes it feel itchy and rough(now in other fanfic its normally that the characters talk about "readers soft skin" and sadly i cant relate to that)

So i was wondering if you could write Sam Wilson x fem! Or Non binary! Reader with a skin disorder :D what prompt you use, if its nsfw or sfw and how long it is, is completely up to you! I would just love to relate to a fanfic again :,)

Much love <3

thank you so much for sending this and i hope i did it at least some justice, because i've been incredibly uncreative and unmotivated for a long time now— i too suffer from a skin condition mostly triggered by stress, which makes the skin of my shoulders and upper back very bumpy (and damn it leaves scars each time) so this was insightful to think about,, most fics aren't that inclusive unfortunately (which is nobody's fault!!) but anyway, i hope you have a wonderful day, and thank you again for dragging me out of my void!!

Fifty Bucks

sam wilson x reader

"It's impossible to feel inconvenienced by anything when Sam Wilson is your personal stand-up comedian and therapist at the same time. He might demand fifty bucks, though."

[1k] | honestly not much, super short and quick anyway, fluff, reader has a skin condition as lovely anon mentioned above, swearing, sam is a blessing and not in disguise at all

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

You should've seen this coming.

But it's like your body and your mind operate on completely different terms sometimes, with no connection to one another whatsoever. It's impossible to control how your body might react to something that brews in your mind, and while for some it's not an issue to keep focus on; people that are blessed with one tiny little add-on to their existence like you have to be extra careful sometimes.

And good lord, you can never be careful enough.

As Sam paced around in your apartment, trying to keep your mind off of work stress and the general adulthood obstacles through a sacred quest of finding a show to watch before you could come back to the living room; you were mentally face-palming upon the sight of a red spot on the course of forming on your shoulder, and a few more down your arms. You can't control everything that happens around you, of course, but God, why is it that everyone else seems to be better at handling stress?

When you came back to the living room with a slight pout on your lips, fingers tugging on the material of your t-shirt to reveal a portion of your arms, Sam is perplexed. Remote control in his palm, he turned around to look at you, gaze flickering between your hand and your face. "Everything okay?" he asked, pointing towards the snacks laid out on the coffee table with the remote control. "It better be. I didn't pay for all those for nothing, you better cheer the hell up."

That pulled a chuckle out of you as you shrugged, stepping closer to him with a sigh, forcing the sight into his point of view. "Flaring up a bit, I think," a soft breath left you. "Figures. I was beginning to expect it at this point."

"What's that? Allergies?" he asked, following suit when you took a seat on the couch, relaxing right next to you. "Is it the lobster? Can't be, because I marinated that thing so good that people with seafood allergy could risk death to have a taste. I'm serious."

"No, it just happens." you chuckled softly, heaving a deep sigh before leaning back comfortably. "There isn't much that I can do about it now, it's just gonna itch and drive me crazy."

Sam hummed as a response, before pressing 'play' on the first comfort show that he came across, mind occupied with this newfound information. It must be annoying enough to go through, he thought, figuring that he shouldn't ask many questions— but he's a curious individual, he couldn't help it even if he tried. "Isn't there anything, like— like an ointment or something for 'em?" your slow nod caused him to hum, the intro of the show seemingly catching your attention, but not his, surprisingly, considering the fact that he often possessed the attention span of a goldfish. "Does it bother you?"

"It's not a pretty sight when the timing is wrong," you mumbled while reaching for a pack of sour candies on the coffee table before leaning back on the couch again. The cushions were soft against your back, but not as soft as your bed— which you were beginning to miss. "But I feel like I've gotten used to it, you know? Like, I learn more about how my skin reacts to certain things as time goes by and, well, I'm trying to manage it better."

"Not a pretty sight my ass," he whispered under his breath, causing you to laugh— along with him. "You could have Shrek skin for all I care. Or Avatar skin, whatever fictional world you're into— you'd still be one hell of a sight."

"Shrek skin? C'mon, you're just saying that."

"Watch it, I get real aggressive about affection," a pair of strong arms pulled you to his side and you giggled against the material of his shirt, trying to slap his arms away from you. "God was like, damn, a full package. Gotta balance it out somehow."

It was incredible, how fast Sam could get you laughing. But there you were, laughing at his antics with the show long-forgotten on the screen, his arms secure around you and a pretty smile on his lips. He was a man of acceptance, after all, and you were sure that given the chance, he could restore world peace in a week with his delicious cookouts and wonderfully thought speeches.

"Shut the hell up," you chuckled, shaking your head. "It doesn't even bother me, it's my own skin. Just makes me wish that I was a bit luckier."

"That's a good thing, you know, being alright with it." his fingers found your hair then, giving the area a few loving pats before carding them through your locks. It was as if his tone changed when he started to speak again, and you'd recognize that speech pattern anywhere. "Health-wise, accepting and embracing something kinda works like a placebo, you know? Whether it's a mental thing or, you know, something physical— when you're like, alright, I'm doing this and that to cure this thing, but at the same time, I'm not gonna be all like, damn this thing—"

"God, not one of these speeches again—"

"Listen, you ungrateful brat," his faux offense made you laugh again, as you watched him press his palm against his chest where his heart is supposed to be. "People don't pay therapists for nothing."

"I know, I know." you cuddled onto him more. "M'sorry, go on?"

"I will, for fifty bucks."

"FIFTY?!" you raised your head from his shoulder to look up at him, eyes wide in shock.

"Do you have any idea how expensive therapy is?! Thirty at most, pay up or shut up!"

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