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November Reading List - Part 1 - Marvel
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Hey, lovelies! For some reason my original post won't let me save everything , so I have split this into two parts. Here are the Marvel character fics I've had the pleasure of reading and reblogging throughout the month of November. Please show these writers some love and heed the warnings for each fic. Remember, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Banner by yours truly and divider by the talented @saradika .
Love, thanks, and happy reading! ❤️
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Bucky Barnes
Bucky vs. Book by @lostgirlmuseum
For A While by @mochie85
Birthday Cake by @writingliv
Ace of Wands by @flordeamatista
The Beat of a Heart by @rookthorne
Burn the Witch by @sgt-seabass
Every Breath You Take by @vellicore
Babysitting Duty by @nicoline1998enilocin
Superheroes with Style by @angelltheninth
After the Mission by @ghostofskywalker
Pulse by /@lostgirlmuseum
Trust by @samwilsonsbabymama
Nirvana by @tumblin-theworldaway
Store by @noctumbra
Safe by @flightlessangelwings
Love Changed the Minds of Pretenders by @tom-whore-dleston
Massage by @writing-for-marvel
Little Games by @mrsbarnesblog
Bartender by @sweetdreamsbuck
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Steve Rogers
Our Last Summer by @lostalioth
Neighbor Steve by @buckets-and-trees
Mouth to Mouth by @thornsnvultures
I Just Love You by @ofstarsandvibranium
Anew by @ttyls
The Learning Curve by @bluemusickid
Doubting by @nekoannie-chan
No Place Like Home by @mellowsaturns
Habits and Kinks by @tuiccim
Advent Calendar Day 2 by @haravath0t
Hurts by @slothspaghettiwrites
Brave (Ch. 2) by @boxofbonesfic
Mastery by @ronearoundblindly
But We Lost It by @princessmisery666
D*ck Pic Steve Rogers by @xsapphirescrollsx
Sit Still (Look Pretty) (Pt. 1) by @megamindsecretlair
Too Big (Pt. 1) by @evansbby
Green Room Mirror by @luxeavenger
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Stucky
In Want of a Treat by @awesomerextyphoon
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Sam Wilson
Sugar Daddy by @fluffyprettykitty
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gemstone-roses · 6 months
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A song so sinful
Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
summary: Sambucky tells you how good you are for them. Can be read as part of the 'good girl' fic world but also on its own. Kinda threesome? But There's no DP here sorry!
You can read my other two fics which exist in the same universe as this but there is no need to read them before this, here.
Warnings: smut, Lots of praise, like sooo much 🙌. This is so incredibly filthy I don't know what to say to be honest. Overstimulation, spit kink,? Breast/nipple play. Praise, unprotected sex! Pet names, Mentions of squirting at the end. NSFW minors be fucking gone from here I swear!
There shall be another, where Sam makes the reader squirt.
Note: it has been a while, sorry! be kind! Likes reblogs and comments are much appreciated thankyou 🥺🥺 remember I am not responsible for your media consumption if this is not your jam then do not click the read more!
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"God your taking me so well, isn't our girl taking me so well Sam?" Bucky croons, thrusting his cock into your soaked pussy.
You choke out a moan, the two men going back and forth while one of them has their cock stuffed in you and the other is stroking your face so gently has you almost seeing stars instantly.
Your lay on your back in between Sam's legs, his long fingers cup your face as he praises you
"You are, taking him so well baby, so good for us" Sam agrees, swiping his finger across your lip before pushing it between your lips.
You swirl your tongue around his finger, drool dripping down your chin onto your bare chest, coupled with the sounds from bucky pushing into you makes Sam throw his head back, moaning.
"Your so fucking beautiful" Sam says, removing his fingers to trail down to your breasts, a line of saliva followed his finger from your mouth, Sam swipes his finger over your nipple, causing you to push off the bed slightly.
Bucky has slowed down slightly, thrusting in and out of you lazily as he watches Sam toy with your nipples.
Sam rolls it between his fingers, pinching at the same time, your walls clench around buckys cock as he does.
"Mm, your so responsive baby" Sam whispers, leaning forward to spit on your erect nipple.
"m fuck" you choke out, gripping the sheets.
"So good for us honey", Sam's deep voice soothes you as your mind begins to cloud with the amount of pleasure
"I think she's close, buck"
"Are you doll? Are you gonna cum for us?" Bucky asks, he angles his hips differently and brings his metal hand to toy with your swollen clit
"Fuck doll, your just divine" Bucky mumbles
You arch even further off the bed, whining, the coil inside you almost ready to snap
"sh baby it's okay, we got you" Sam says as he softly pulls at both your nipples
"Please" you moan, Buckys finger moves so slowly around your puffy clit, his other hand comes to press on your lower stomach, and bucky feels your walls clench his cock tighter
"Doll your pussys gripping me so good, you feel amazing wrapped around my cock"
"Ohmygod" you breathe, his actions and his words push you over the edge, waves and waves of pleasure roll over you, stars dot your vision as your eyes fall shut
"Eyes on me honey, your face is so pretty when you come, that's it, good girl, come for us baby, " Sam encourages, his hands gently caressing your face as bucky continues to fuck you through your orgasm.
"Good girl, good fucking girl" Bucky growls, spilling inside you.
Sam continues to stroke your face while you come round. Bucky is in the bathroom getting a warm cloth and a cold drink for you.
"You did so good for us baby, so fucking good" he presses a kiss to your forehead before wrapping you in his arms.
You feel the bed dip as bucky begins cleaning you up. His free hand gently rubs your leg, they both know how comforting you find little touches like that.
You smile as Sam holds you tighter, he leans in and nips at the skin between your shoulder and neck.
"You know how you mentioned you wanted to experience squirting?" Sam whispers, his warm breath making goosebumps rise over your skin
"Mm" you say
"why don't we give it a try, after some food and a movie?" He nips at your neck once more, waiting.
You remember how you shyly brought up you'd never done it, and the two men in front of you shared a look, something brewing behind their eyes.
You'd wrapped your arms around your knees, embarrassed and Sam had to coax you out with assurances it was nothing to be embarrassed about and how they would be honored to be the ones who made it happen for you.
"yes" you breathe out, your pussy beginning to throb again at the thought.
"Mm" he moans into your ear,
"I can't wait to have you drench my fingers and cock" he adds.
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Midnight Rain
“I broke his heart because he was nice. He was Sunshine, I was Midnight Rain…”
Request from ao3- "ok but imagine a grumpy/sunshine fic with sam but the reader is the grumpy one 🤷" For one of my fave readers, @/badasswithafatass I hope you enjoy! 💛
Pairing - Sam Wilson x Reader Sam Wilson Masterlist | Inspired By Taylor Swift Masterlist Anon's 1K Celebration
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“You know, for a smart guy, you’re pretty fucking dense," Bucky mutters, taking another swig of his beer.
“Aw… you think I’m smart?” Sam sarcastically awes from the bar stool beside Bucky.
Bucky rolls his eyes, shaking his head, “Do you honestly think she had any real interest in me?”
Bucky doesn't miss the tick in Sam's jaw at the mention of you. Months had passed since the last time Sam saw you, and he wasn’t too keen on remembering that dreaded last night. Just the memory of you leaning over the bar counter, hand resting on Bucky’s chest, whispering something in Bucky's ear, was enough to make Sam's stomach twist into a knot.
Even before that night, he could tell that you were pulling away from him, but there it was, that night, the final nail in the coffin. That was the last time he’d seen or heard from you. You walked out of his life without so much as a goodbye.
Sam rolls his shoulders back, his mouth twisting in distaste, “Sure seemed like it to me.”
“See? Dense,” Bucky declares, tipping his beer in Sam's direction.
“Alright, I’ll bite. How does any of that make me dense?”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Are you going to keep insulting me or are you going to actually explain?”
“Sam, she’s a spy, an assassin," Bucky explains like it should be obvious. "She knew you were standing there. She knew you were watching.”
"So maybe she wanted to make a point. It’s not like she was one for talking or communicating, maybe that was her way of letting me know how she actually felt. Trust me, I got the message loud and clear. That doesn’t make me dense."
"Sam..." Bucky takes a long breath. "We're a lot alike, me and her. And people like us, we cut and run, it's what we do. We don't wait for things to go bad, we live with the expectation that things will always go bad."
Sam tosses the rest of his whiskey back, flagging down the bartender for another one. "That's a depressing way to live."
“It keeps us alive.”
“We weren’t on a battlefield!" Sam spits through gritted teeth. "We were done with the fight, remember? We won, for Christ’s sake!”
“And where did that leave her, Sam? With a conditional pardon? People watching us 24/7?”
“With me!” Sam snaps, slamming his glass down on the bar. “It left her with me. We were good, Bucky! We were happy together. At least, I thought we were happy together. I even- I told her that after everything, that I would take her back home, meet my family, maybe settle down a little.”
"And while you're thinking about taking her home to meet your family, she's probably thinking how a family like yours is going to react to you bringing an actual assassin home."
"I... didn't think about it like that,” Sam confesses, faltering for a moment. He shakes his head. No. He refuses to accept that. It didn't excuse that he'd found you flirting with his best friend. It didn't change that you told him he meant nothing to you. “Because I don't think about her like that. And you know what? She could've talked to me, she could've told me she felt like that, Bucky, but she didn't."
"Sam, can I be honest?"
"Shoot."
"I don't think you two will ever work."
"That's a shitty thing to say to me," Sam spits.
"I don't," Bucky admits with a languid shrug. "Honest truth, I don't see it."
"You don't have to see it, I do,” Sam firmly states. “I see it working out."
Bucky claps a hand on Sam's shoulder with a tight lipped smile, "That's my point, Sam. That's the difference between you and us. You, you live for the hope of it all. She doesn't know how to do that. I don't know how to do that. We're broken, haunted people, Sam. We hurt people that get too close."
"You're wrong."
"Why else-"
"Because she was bored!" Sam angrily shouts, not caring at the stares his outburst brings. "She only wanted me because I was there."
“Do you honestly believe that?”
“Yes. I do believe that,” Sam hisses. “Unlike you guys, I believe the words that come out of people’s mouth. She was bored... She was bored and I was there.”
Bucky takes a long pull from his beer, rising from his seat with a defeated sigh. He turns to Sam to offer one last piece of insight, “All I’m saying is I wouldn’t go on the run with someone for two years because I was bored. Not unless I really gave a shit about them. Not unless I loved them, like really loved them.”
"Do you mean that?" Sam asks over his shoulder.
"Yeah, I mean that."
--
3 Years Earlier - Somewhere in Scotland
“Just let me do the talking, okay?”
Sam raises up his hands, “No arguments from me.”
The doorknob rattles for a moment, opening just enough for you to stand before them. You look at them and immediately try to snap the door shut, “No.”
Nat extends out her hand to stop the door from swinging shut. “Just hear us-“
“No.”
"You don't even know why we're here," Nat argues. “It’s important. Please.”
You relent, allowing the door to fling open. Standing tall in the doorway, your eyes rake over each of them, “Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov or whatever name you’re going by now, and Sam Wilson, all in the flesh, all the most wanted fugitives on Earth. So I don’t care how important it is, my answer is no.”
Sam’s eyes comically widen, his voice taking a slightly bewildered, high pitched tone, “How did - Do you happen to know the names of all strangers that show up at your door?”
Your eyes dart over to Sam with a grimace, “Strangers that show up at my door end up dead. Consider yourself lucky.”
“I want you to know I’m choosing to take that as a compliment,” Sam quips, placing his hand over his heart. 
“Don’t worry, Sam," Natasha smirks over her shoulder. "She’s more bark than bite. And this is me calling in a favor.”
Your eyes narrow at Natasha, "Which favor?"
"Budapest."
Your mouth narrows into a thin line as you glare at her. You hated that favor.
You look back at the three of them. Even dressed in street clothes they all stuck out like sore thumbs. They’re all disheveled, clearly exhausted, and you did owe Natasha. You convince yourself that there is no good in this deed, it’s just a repayment. Even as your eyes linger back to Sam for a second too long. You tell yourself you don't care what happens to any of them. It's just paying a debt. “Fine. Just keep me out of it.”
Natasha nods, offering a small grateful smile, “Thank you.”
You turn on your heels without another word, striding down to your room. You slam your bedroom door shut, leaving the others on their own.
“It was nice meeting you,” Sam calls after you.
You don’t bother to reply.
After a few hours, the sun sets and your safe house returns back to its normal quiet state except for the soft snores of Steve Rogers in your spare bedroom. You’re certain that they’ve all gone off to get some rest. That is, everyone, except Sam Wilson.
“Have a good nap?” Sam greets you, sitting on the small couch in the middle of your living room.
Your eyes snap over to Sam, lightly scoffing, “Actually, I was avoiding you.”
Your brutal honestly doesn’t phase Sam. The corner of his mouth twitches up as he playfully tugs on the collar of his t-shirt, “I tend to have that effect on the ladies… That sounded better in my head.”
“For you and me both,” you quip.
“You know, you’re kind of a jackass.”
“I know. Thanks.” That's the only conversation you plan on having with Sam Wilson. You continue walking to the kitchen without saying anything else.
"So how long have you and Nat been friends?" Sam asks, trailing you as you walk to your kitchen, clearly not taking the hint that you don't want to talk to him.
You scoff over your shoulder, "Who said we were friends?"
"So you're not friends? Because the whole letting us hide out here, housing us, letting us eat your food, not turning us in, sorta gave me a different idea."
"We're not friends."
In truth, your relationship to Natasha was much more complex than that. At one point, you were like sisters. In the Red Room, she was all you had. Your only friend. Your confidante. And still, you could never quite live up to her, always second to her. You knew all her secrets, all the blood spilt, all the skeletons in her closet, and she knew all of yours.
The night before your graduation, you ran. As far away and as quickly as your legs could carry you.
You were never quite sure if it was irony or simply Dreykov’s own cruelty, but she was the one tasked to find you and collect you. You never stood much of a chance against the person that spent almost two decades besting you. She found you in Budapest. It would’ve taken a single shot. And still, it never came.
But you weren’t going to tell that to Sam.
"You're not friends?”
"No."
After that, your paths crossed only once in a blue moon. Once Natasha left Dreykov, she never sought you out. And you didn’t bother to either. You weren’t friends. You weren’t enemies. She was the sister that became little more than a stranger.
"Do you help all your not friends run from the law?"
"Natalia and I have an agreement of ... mutually assured destruction."
"Mutually assured destruction?" he dubiously repeats, quirking an eyebrow. "...So best friends."
In spite of your best efforts, your outwardly stoic expression gives way as a chuckle bubbles out of your mouth.
"Did anyone see that?” Sam proudly announces to the empty house. “I want it on the record that I made a Black Widow laugh!"
"Don't push it," you warn, though the hint of a smile that pulls at the corner of your mouth dampens the threatening undertone of your words.
"You've got a nice smile," Sam compliments.
You wipe the smile off your face, but there's nothing you can do to tame the slight blush creeping up your face, so you say the first thing that comes to mind, "Fuck off."
--
That's how it went between you and him. Push and pull.
Their time at your safe house in Scotland was short lived. No more than a few weeks. And even in those few short weeks, he saw it, saw the good that you desperately tried to keep hidden. Even then he knew, he knew you cared so much more than you would ever let on. Cooped up in your little cottage, he found that behind your barbed words and tough exterior, was a person that he really liked. You didn't let him see very much of it. Most of the time, it was in little slip ups, little cracks in your armor, but he saw it. He swore he did.
Sam ambles alone through the streets of New York, the pavement is still damp from the midnight rain, the noisy cityscape is the only thing keeping Sam from fixating on the endless loop of memories playing in his head.
He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t think about you anymore. He did. All the time.
He thinks about how good it used to be. How even on the run, constantly looking over your shoulder, it was good. He'd like to think you were as happy as he was.
In truth, he wasn't sure how or when it happened. You weren't very nice to him - to any of them really. You kept them at arm's length. He had to earn every glimpse of the person behind the armor. He had to earn every smile, every laugh, but he found each one was worth it. To him, you were worth it. You were worth all of it. 
And when that time came, when that safe house wasn't safe anymore, you stayed by his side, you became his home. 
--
You simply walked up to the breakfast table and announced that it wasn't safe to stay much longer. "You have to leave."
"What?"
"We've been here too long. People in town are beginning to talk."
Natasha didn't miss a beat. "How long?"
"Tonight."
Sam watches the interaction closely. You refuse to look at him. For a moment, Natasha's eyes look at you, imploring. She utters a quiet question in Russian.
You don't respond, only shaking your head once.
"I understand." She softly inhales, her shoulders slumping slightly, "Thank you."
You nod, turning on your heels and heading to your room. You didn't expect Sam to follow after you.
There's some part of you that's unsettled by how easily Sam fits into your life. You don't like how he speaks to you like you're friends. You don't like that there's a part of you that would love to know what being in Sam's life would feel like. And you most certainly don't like that Sam has no problem questioning you. Prying into your life. He won't like what he finds. He'll run the moment he sees the number of skeletons in your closet. No, you don't like that at all. 
And you definitely don't like that he feels comfortable enough to follow you back to your bedroom. He wedges himself into your doorway, leaning against the wall, "So what about you?"
You don't turn to look at him as you pack your duffle bag, "What about me?"
"Where you gonna go?"
"I have other places."
"By yourself?"
"Typically."
"Why don't you stay with us?"
You pretend like you're surprised by the offer. As though Natasha didn't offer the same thing two minutes ago. You just didn't expect Sam's kindness to extend past his need for your safe house. "What?"
He takes a step off the wall. Even turned away from him, you can practically hear the grin he wears in his words. "We could always use the help. You seem like kind of a pro at being a fugitive."
"I don't think your team would appreciate my presence."
"I would. I want you to come." Sam turns back at the doorframe. He pauses for a moment, looking back at you. "You should come with us."
--
You never told him why you ended up joining them. It was the one question he couldn't ever get a straight answer for.
He couldn't really remember how or when you ended up in his bed - or more accurately, when he ended up in your bed.
All he knew was that for two years, you were his sanctuary. Each and every night. He held you. Kissed away your fears. You allowed him to see parts of you that you buried long ago. 
It made the moment you walked away hurt even more. 
He doesn't know what the hell he's doing here. He's pacing through the streets of New York in the middle of the night. It won't bring you back. It won't change what happened. You still left him.
It was easier believing that you left him because you didn't love him. 
The other option hurts. It hurts too much. His heart almost shatters at the though of you leaving him because you didn't see it working out, because you thought you would hurt him. 
That's the worst part - he believes Bucky. He believes that no one, not even someone as prone to finding trouble as you are, would ever go on the run with someone for the hell of it. Not unless you cared. Not unless you loved him. 
He should've seen it. The panic in your eyes when he suggested going back to Louisiana. The pain when you lost Natasha, the last person you considered family. 
It eats at him. He didn't even try. Not really. Yeah, you walked away, but he could've gone after you. He could've believed in the love he knew you shared. 
He reaches for his phone, tucking into the crook of his neck as he hails a cab, and calls the one person that could possibly help him, "I need your help. Can you find someone for me?"
--
1 Year Earlier - Somewhere in Eastern Europe
“Stop watching me sleep.”
Sam kisses your bare shoulder, resting his chin on your arm, “It’s the only time you’re not frowning. Except when you’re with me, of course.”
You sleepily sigh, trying to suppress the smile that Sam so effortlessly puts on your face. You halfheartedly push him away, rolling further away from him, “I’m going back to sleep.”
Sam’s arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him, “No, come back.”
“We’ve got a lot to do tomorrow, we should get the rest while we can.”
“I miss you,” Sam whines.
“I’m right here.”
“But we’re always talking about work, about the world ending, I just - I just want a minute, just me and you.”
You finally turn around to face him with a cheeky grin, “You had me to yourself all night, remember?”
“How could I forget?”
You settle against him, resting your head on his chest, “So why couldn’t you sleep?”
He smiles down at you, absentmindedly playing with your fingers, “I was thinking.”
“About?” you urge.
“What comes next. After the fight, after everything, about going home, finally seeing my family again. My sister would love you. I can't wait to introduce you."
Your smile slips from your face. "What?"
"I mean, I know we're on the run and everything, but I'm still holding onto hope," Sam confesses. "You'd love Louisiana."
A sinking feeling overtakes you. Those survival instincts you've spent your entire life cultivating bubble up. You could see Sam's family picture where he left it on the dresser. His picture perfect, shiny family.
That wasn't you. Not even in your wildest dreams could that be you. The closest thing you had to a family was the Black Widow sitting in the other room cleaning her knives. You weren't meant for domesticity. You weren't built for the happy ending that Sam deserved. The happy ending he wanted. 
Sure, he loved you now, but would he love you when his family looks at you with disdain? Would he love you when Sarah refuses to let you anywhere near his nephews? 
Or even worse, what if he did? What if he loved you through it all and you broke him in return? What if he loved you and he lost everything else because of it?
You could tell Sam. Right here and now. Tell him that you weren't built for that life. He would listen. He would hear you. Like all of your other scars and imperfections, Sam would take it in stride. You knew he would. 
But could you really do that to him? Doom him to a life tethered to someone so tainted.
He was perfect. In every conceivable way. He was Sunshine. And though you'd done unspeakable things, there would be nothing quite as vile as dragging him down to the dim, murky depths of the wasteland you called home.
He deserved more. More than you would ever be. 
--
6 Months Ago - A Bar in New York City
"You don't have to do this."
You bitterly chuckle. It was too late. You'd made up your mind. You gave yourself until the war against Thanos was won. You gave yourself that time to say your silent goodbyes, to memorize the one and only love you would ever allow yourself to have. You were selfish in that way.
Now was the time to save Sam while you still could, to finally set him free. Even if you had to break his heart to do it. You rest your hand on Bucky's chest, the furthest you could allow yourself to go without making your stomach turn. "Do what?"
Bucky's jaw ticks, "He's a good man."
"I know." It's the only time your voice reveals even an ounce of your pain. Your eyes flicker to over Bucky's shoulder. It's too late. Sam stands a few feet from you, watching you with anguish in his eyes. For good measure, you lean in closer, whispering in Bucky's ear, "But I never did well with sunshine."
"Can I talk to you outside?" Sam demands. 
You roll your eyes and snort, "If we have to."
"We do."
Sam doesn't waste a single moment. The second you step outside, he points back to the bar, "What the hell was that?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Are you kidding me? I saw you. You were all over him. He's my friend!"
"I was just having a little fun, Sam."
"A little fun?" Sam scoffs. "Are you kidding me?"
You don't allow a single ounce of remorse to show. You don't allow him to see the regret. Your face is purposely blank, cold and uncaring. You were good at this part. You were good at hurting people. It's exactly why you have to let him go. "I don't see what the big deal is, Sam."
"You don't see what the big deal is?" Sam's voice wavers. "You were just coming onto my friend! What about us?"
"What about us?" you scoff. "I was bored, Sam, we had our fun but it's done now. We're not on the run anymore. It's not a big deal."
"Just like that, we're just done?"
"You were there, Sam," you lie through your teeth. Acid churns in your stomach, rising up through your esophagus and coating your every word. "There's nothing more to it, nothing more to us."
You'd done a lot of bad things in your life, but nothing made you feel quite as wretched as watching Sam's heart shatter before you. It was better this way. He didn't know it, but it was for the best. You couldn't ruin his life anymore. You couldn't hurt him if you walked away right now. Those were the last words you ever said to him. 
--
He did it. He couldn't believe it. He'd found you. There you were, standing out on a rooftop, out in the pouring midnight rain. He almost laughs because of course you wouldn't even realize how theatrical this whole scene was. "Do you realize how dramatic it is to be standing out in the pouring rain all by yourself? And without an umbrella?"
"I'm working, Sam."
"Shooting your next romantic comedy? Is this the breakup scene?"
You don't even turn to look at him. “You shouldn’t be here, Sam.”
Sam scoffs, “That’s all you have to say? That I shouldn’t be here?”
“Go home, Sam," you demand. "I don’t want you here.”
“You’re such a jackass, you know that?”
It pisses him off that you still refuse to even look at him. If you were going to break his heart all over again, the least you could do was look him in the eye. You speak through clenched teeth, "I know."
He storms around, planting himself in front of you, forcing you to look at him. "No, I mean that, I really, truly, from the bottom of my heart, I mean that. You're such an asshole. You're one of the most difficult, abrasive, cold, and selfish people I've ever met."
You can't bring yourself to meet his gaze. You look just past him, mustering every ounce of your training to stay stone faced, "I know."
"Do you know how hard it was to find you?"
"I didn't ask you to come here," you spit at him. "I didn't want you to come looking for me. You knew that."
"And you're a liar!" Sam exclaims, a bitter laugh bubbling up from his chest. "A damned good one, too."
"I never lied to you about who or what I was."
"But you did lie, didn't you? You've lied to me before."
“Yes, I have," you softly admit. You catch yourself, reminding yourself of why you're being so harsh with Sam. You force yourself to speak with that venomous tone you know all too well, "Many times, so if you’re done insulting me, I have to go.”
"God, you're so selfish, and- and you're mean! You brood way too much. You're so fucking angsty all the time. You act like the tortured character in every shitty teen movie every made. You're inconsiderate. You don't listen. I swear, talking to you is like talking to a brick wall. And sometimes - sometimes, I want to hate you so much."
It takes everything in you to sound as unaffected as you do. You quirk an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest, "Is that why you came here? Because you're upset?"
"Upset?" Sam incredulously repeats, taking a step toward you. He's still several feet away from you, still far out of your reach, "No, I'm not upset. I was upset six months ago. Now, I'm angry. I'm pissed off - with you. I have never been so mad at another human being in my entire life."
"I didn't do anything to you. You knew who I was - who I am."
"You think that's why I'm pissed? I'm pissed because you made me like you. I'm pissed that you made me fall so hopelessly in love with you."
For the first time in six months, your eyes find his. His warm eyes, the ones that grounded you through storms of midnight rain. He'd never said he loved you before - there's no taking that back. You suck in a breath, "Sam."
"I'm pissed because I believed you when you said you were bored. But mostly, I'm pissed that I let you go, that I let you walk away without fighting for you."
You try to warn him, beg him to stop before he says something that'll make it too hard to walk away from him. "Sam."
"Because I'm in love with you."
Your voice wavers as you beg him, "Don't do this, Sam."
"I'm in love with you," Sam announces again to his audience of one. "And I know you don't think you're good for me. And I know that it won't be easy, but I am. I am in love with you. Every part of you. Especially the parts you don't like. I like that you're mean, I like that you're tougher than any other person I've ever met, I like that you're grumpy. I like that you don't see how dramatic it is to stand in the pouring rain all by yourself! I love you. I love all of you."
"Sam..." His name leaves your mouth in a whisper. It's too late. You're not strong enough to survive walking away from him. He's doomed himself.
He takes a step closer to you. "And maybe it wasn't real... but I think it was. I think you feel the same." And then another step. And yet another. Until you're face to face, close enough that you could reach out and touch him for the first time in months. The rain beats down on the two of you. The dampness on your cheeks has nothing to do with the rain. "Tell me that you don't love me and I'll leave. Tell me and I won't bother you again, I promise."
You can't. You can't bring yourself to say any of it. "Sam, it'll never work for us. You have to know that."
"We're not at war anymore." His hand skates across your cheek. "We don't have to hide. We don't have to run."
"I'm not - I'm not good, Sam." And you are, you want to say.
“No, no, you’re not good. You’re great. You’re amazing. And it’s a damn shame you haven’t stepped into the daylight long enough to see how incredible you are.”
You jerk your face away from his hand, “And what if I can’t give you what you want? What if I can’t be what you want?”
“What do you know about what I want?”
“You want a bride. You want someone to bring home to your family - that’s not me, Sam. I don’t think that’ll ever be me.”
“I want you." Sam takes your face in between both hands, begging you to see the sincerity in his eyes. "I want you in whatever way you’ll have me.”
“I’m not worth it," you softly exhale. "You have to know that I’m not worth the trouble and the heartache I’ll put you through.”
“Break my heart," Sam offers without hesitation. "Do it over and over again. Do it for the rest of our lives. It’s all yours. You’re worth it.”
“Sam…” You didn’t have any other defense. He’d broken down each and every argument you spent years cultivating. You didn’t know where to go from here.
“Do you love me?” Your lips press into a thin line, eyes squeezing shut to keep the tears welling in your eyes from falling. The rain slows to a halt. His thumb and pointer finger grip your chin, forcing you to meet his warm brown eyes. “Do you love me?”
“I love you.” You don't think you've ever said those words before. You don't think you've ever seen the daylight until you saw him. It'll take time for your eyes to adjust, but he's worth it. "I love you so much it hurts, so much that I let you go."
“You don't have to let me go anymore. We'll figure the rest out together."
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lunarbuck · 6 months
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Kinktober Week 1: Phone Sex
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header: @jen-with-a-pen
Pairing: Sam Wilson x f!reader (any race)
Word Count: 692
Prompt: Phone Sex
Warnings: phone sex, swearing, masturbation, pet names [baby, sweetheart]
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Your phone rings, and you look around on the bed for the offending device. You try to have at least two hours of screen-free time a day, and today, you’ve spent that time reading. Your book rests against your chest as you see Sam’s photo flash on your screen. 
“Hello,” you grin. When Sam is off on a mission, he rarely has time to call, so you relish each opportunity to hear his voice.
“Hey, cutie, what’re you up to?” You can hear the roar of an engine in the background. He probably just got off the jet. Heat blooms in your chest, knowing that his first thought was to call you.
“Trying and failing to curb my screen addiction, what about you?” Sam laughs, the sound warm despite some distortion from the speaker. 
“Just thinkin’ about my girl.” You don’t miss the slight rasp in his voice, the way he practically growls the words. That heat in your chest migrates, warming you all the way to your belly. You press your thighs together, giving your clit the slightest bit of friction.
“Yeah? What about me?” Through the phone, you can hear Sam’s footsteps pick up speed before a door slams shut. His breaths come out ragged and rushed. He’s just as worked up as you are. Your book slides off your chest, falling shut, but you barely even notice.
“Shit, you’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” A smile tugs at your lips while you trail your fingers down your body underneath the blanket. “I’m thinking about your perfect body, your soft skin. The way you fit so perfectly against me.” You trace the band of your sleep shorts, gently teasing yourself the way Sam always does. It’s not quite the same, but with the rasp of his voice in your ear, you can almost imagine that he’s here.
“I wish you were here,” you whisper, dipping your fingers into your shorts to slide over the fabric of your panties. 
“Me too, baby. I’m so fucking hard right now. I love the way you suck my cock. Love how you look with my dick in your mouth, so fucking beautiful.” You hear the snick of a zipper on the other end and shuffle your shorts down your legs. “Are you gonna touch yourself, baby? You gonna make yourself feel good until I get home?”
You whimper in response, circling your clit with your finger.
“Such a good girl for me, sweetie. If I were there, you know I’d be in between your legs, eating that perfect pussy of yours. I’d slide my fingers inside and warm you up for my cock just the way you like.” Your fingers follow your imagination, pressing inside your warm entrance. They’re not as big as Sam’s, but you still moan when you hit those spots.
“You sound so beautiful, baby. Keep fucking yourself on your fingers, just like that. I’m aching for you, sweetheart.” Your fingers are slick as they slide in and out of your pussy, but you want more. You manage to hit the speaker button and position your phone on your pillow to free up your other hand. You circle your clit while you fuck yourself, the sensations slowly working you toward your orgasm.
“Sam, I need you,” you moan, wishing it was his cock filling you, stretching you. You wish he was here, pressing you down into the mattress with his big, calloused hands. You wish you were grabbing onto his muscular shoulders, hanging onto him for dear life.
“I need you too, baby. I need you to come for me, please, baby. Need to hear you come.” You apply more pressure to your clit, imagining it’s Sam, and you screw your eyes shut. His cologne lingers on the pillow, and you inhale deeply as your orgasm barrels toward you.
You come moaning his name, electricity shooting through your body. Sam follows close behind, rasping your name as he comes. You suck in deep breaths and go limp against the mattress. 
“Shit,” you giggle, smiling to yourself. “Somehow, I miss you even more now.”
“I’ll be home soon, baby. Promise.”
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awesomerextyphoon · 1 month
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An Unintended Valentine's
Summary: You wanted Sam to have the best Valentine's Day, but the day had other plans.
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black Female Reader
Word Count: 280
Rating: 16 / Teen
A/N: I wanted to write short (<400 words) something for Valentine’s Day and I haven’t written for Sam in some time. This popped into my head over the weekend and I knew I had to share. Thanks to @mrsmischief209 for the beta.
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“Could you tell Sam that I’m sick? Thanks.” you sigh-coughed as you sent Sarah the weary text.
It was Valentine’s Day and you planned on making Sam’s favorite dinner and dessert—your award-winning Toffee Crunch Chocolate Chunk Skillet Cookies—then you woke up with the flu.
Why did this shit always happen at the worst times?!
You were ecstatic at being Sam Wilson’s girlfriend. You finally confessed to your feelings and told him despite the nagging voice in your head calling you a loser.
Sam was understanding and always managed to find time for you. It made you feel special, but it sometimes had your anxieties and insecurities claw their way into your heart.
The disparaging whispers and biting gossip about Captain America ‘debasing himself’ by dating you certainly didn’t help.
A small part of you wondered why Sam even bothered with you.
You barely made it to your bed’s blanket fortress, nose running while your body was freezing hoping Sam wouldn’t see you in such a sorry state.
A stream of tears flowed down your face as you waited for the cold’s icy embrace. You failed Sam once again.
“Hey,” you gasped as Sam’s handsome face peered through your blanket cocoon and his body cradled you in his warmth.
“Wha-”
“Sarah texted me. Said you were sick,” Sam answered as he set you on his lap.
“What’s wrong?”
“No! No! I don’t want you to see me like this!”
Sam resisted the urge to caress your cheek, “Why not?”
“You’ve been working so hard and I wanted today to be special, but I blew it!”
Sam chuckled hugging you even harder, “That’s impossible. Every moment with you is special.”
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onceuponastory · 11 months
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this lovely night - sam wilson x reader
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“Is it out of line If I was to be bold and say, "Would you be mine?” - whistle for the choir by the fratellis 
Plot: After having no luck finding love the usual ways, Y/N decides to try her luck speed dating. At first, it seems her bad luck is continuing... until she meets Captain America himself, Sam Wilson. Pairing: Cap!Sam Wilson x Female!Reader (also the TINIEST hint of Sarah Wilson x Bucky) Warnings: Mentions of sexism/sexist comments, Sam being a little nervous about dating and a few alcohol mentions. No sexism from Sam though! He could never! Other than that, just sickly sweet fluff. Just how I like it! But as usual, if I miss any triggers please let me know! Notes: This was written for @late-to-the-party-81‘s Challenge Yourself Challenge, where you have to write for a character/trope etc that you haven’t written for before. This is my first time writing for Sam! Thank you again to @staticscreenwriting / @astartothemoon​ for my dividers! Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.
“You know.” The man in front of Y/N begins, stopping only to take another big gulp of his beer. Y/N’s stomach twists. God knows what he’s about to say now. “I really think you’d make an excellent housewife.” He leans back, grinning at her. Y/N’s stomach churns, and she wraps her jacket closer around herself, hoping it shields her body from his gaze. “And a great mother to our kids. You’d stay home, of course, and I’ll provide for us all.”
And there it is. 
“I have a job. I’m keeping that.” she snaps back. Fucking sexist loser. Thankfully, before the man can say anything else… or before Y/N can throw her drink all over him, the announcer calls out that it’s time to change over, and Y/N gets out of there as quickly as humanly possible. As she collapses into another seat, she can’t ignore the disappointment settling in the pit of her stomach. Sure, he’s a sexist pig, but that marks yet another failure tonight.
After so long of scouring dating apps for someone, yet having no success, Y/N turned to speed dating. After all, even if it all crashes and burns, at least she tried it once, right? And so far, like every of her other attempts to find love, tonight has been just as unsuccessful as the others. That’s not to say most of the men she’s encountered tonight have been awful human beings like the man she just had the displeasure of meeting. But almost every girl, Y/N included, wants to find her Mr Right, and none of the men she’s met have gave her that spark, that feeling in your stomach that tells you this is the one for you. Honestly, she’s already resigned herself to the fact that she isn’t going to meet the love of her life. Or at least, they definitely aren’t here. 
Although, if this night is a complete failure, at least she can just get drunk and forget it all.
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As the night goes on, Y/N’s prediction seems to becoming true. Well, back to the dating apps it is. Maybe the third time will be lucky?
“Hey, Y/N right? Nice to meet you.” Another male voice speaks. When Y/N looks back up and recognises who’s sitting opposite her, she gasps.
Captain America himself, Sam Wilson, is sitting opposite her. And somehow, he looks even hotter than he does on TV. In that moment, she loses all ability to speak, think… or even breathe. This is not where she expected this night to go, to have a literal Avenger sitting in front of her. She didn’t even notice him come in or move around the room. It’s like he just materialised out of nowhere, right when she needed it. He holds out his hand, and she shakes it. As her fingers brush against his, something twinges in her stomach.
“Are you alright?” He frowns, clearly confused and concerned by her silence. Heat settles on her cheeks then, and she chuckles awkwardly.
“No, I’m okay. I’m just more shocked that Captain America is here more than anything. Forgive me for being so forward, but I thought someone like you would have no issue finding love. I mean… look at you.” Her sudden honesty takes her off guard slightly, and for a moment she’s worried that she’s embarrassed herself even more. Yet, to her relief, he chuckles, smirking slightly. Or maybe the reason she’s so forward around Sam is because of how safe and comfortable she feels around him already. It’s like they’ve known each other for years, rather than only just meeting now. But Sam’s kindness and ability to make anyone feel at ease isn’t surprising. After all, there’s a reason why Steve Rogers' chose him to be his successor.
“Well, dating is tough for everyone. And to be honest, most people I date aren’t as cool with me being gone for such long periods of time, or the whole dating a public figure side of things. Seems like they just want a ‘normal’ life.” He admits. Although he still seems upbeat, Y/N registers the disappointment lacing his tone. And it breaks her heart. The Captain America identity is such a huge part of Sam and his life, and he deserves someone who respects that, and is proud to have him representing it, and to be dating him. She wouldn’t mind that life at all. She’d be proud to be at his side, to know that her boyfriend is a symbol of hope and heroism for so many, and someone who saves the world day in and day out.
He glances over at her again, grinning once more. “But I am glad that I came tonight.” And something deep in Y/N’s stomach flutters, like it never has before. Is this it? Is this the feeling that I’ve met the one? Looking over at Sam, Y/N smiles. If it is, she’s glad it’s come now. “And besides, you don’t need to worry about the formal stuff now. Please call me Sam.”
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“When I’m back in Delacroix, I love to go fishing with Bucky, my sister, and my nephews. Spending all that time out on the open water, having an ice cold beer as the sun beats down on you….” 
“Stop!” she gasps, moaning happily. “That sounds incredible. I’d love that. Just a shame I’ve never been on a boat before.”
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that. I’ll take you. It could be one of our next dates.” He winks, and Y/N giggles. 
“Oh, next time huh? I’d love that.” She sighs dreamily. God, this is incredible. Sam really is the full package. He’s caring, charming, hilarious… and, of course, drop dead gorgeous. After all, she noticed the outline of his muscles through his shirt pretty soon into their date. Although, given that he’s a literal superhero, that’s unsurprising. Despite that, though, she and Sam are still having a good time, regardless of his celebrity status.
Thankfully, tonight wasn’t such a failure after all.
Yet, a voice soon interrupts, bursting her perfect bubble of happy thoughts. “Excuse me? We were supposed to change over almost five minutes ago, and you two are still talking.” And that brings her back down to earth. Honestly, she’s been having such a good time with Sam that she forgot all about the speed dating element of this. Everyone else just faded away.
“Oh, sorry, man. I’ll go.” As Sam stands up to leave, Y/N reaches out, placing her hand on his and stopping him without even thinking about it. 
“Wait!” she gasps. “I don’t want you to go.”
“You… don’t?” Sam frowns. Almost as if he’s so used to heartbreak and failure that he can’t believe she actually does want him to stay. But Y/N doesn’t even need to think about it. It’s never been as clear to her as it is now.
“No. I don’t. Or at least, if you go, I’m coming with you. Besides… you owe me a fishing date, right?” She just hopes Sam feels the same way about her, and isn't ready to say goodbye just yet. So when he smiles, Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. 
“Okay. Let’s get out of here.” He interlocks his fingers with hers then, running his thumb over her knuckles. 
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“I’m paying.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I’m an Avenger, remember? I got this.” Before Y/N can argue or even say another word, Sam has shoved his cash into the hand of the teenage burger joint employee. “Keep the change man, alright?”
“Okay, next time I’m paying. Besides, I’m the one who recommended this place.” She orders when they’ve sat down with their food. Sam raises a brow, grinning.
“Next time, huh?”
“Hey, what did I say? You owe me a fishing trip, remember?” Yet she can’t ignore how heat settles on her cheeks once more, and how something in her stomach flutters with the way he gazes over at her. He looks at her like she’s the most important person in the world to him.
The restaurant isn’t too busy this time of night, meaning she and Sam are practically alone. Like they’re the only two people in the world right now. But honestly, Y/N doesn’t care if the restaurant is packed or empty. All she cares about now is being by Sam’s side. Like she said earlier, it feels like they’ve known each other for years now. They’re both just so comfortable and open around each other, nobody could’ve guessed they only met earlier tonight. Y/N just wishes this night could go on forever. 
If she could, she’d stay by his side forever.
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After their meal, Sam insists on walking her home like the true gentlemanly superhero he is.
“Those burgers were incredible.” He sighs happily, holding his stomach. Y/N giggles.
“Told you so. It’s your turn to pick next time, alright Cap?”
“You know… I kinda love it when you call me Cap.” He admits, chuckling.
“I’ll be sure to do it all the time then… Cap.” She winks, which looks like it almost sends Sam’s heart into overdrive. It’s so strange, seeing such a charming literal superhero reduced to a grinning, love struck mess around her. But then again, she’s sure that she’s the same around him.
Sam walks her all the way home, keeping her hand still clasped in his. In fact, she doesn’t think he’s let go of her hand since they left the speed dating venue, keeping her safe and close to him the entire night. Not that she’s complaining, though. Honestly, she hopes he never lets her go.
Unfortunately for them both, soon their walk comes to an end, and they reach the outside of Y/N’s apartment building.
“Guess this is the end of the line.” Sam sighs. 
“Oh please, that’s such a Cap line.” Y/N rolls her eyes. Yet, she can’t help but laugh at his joke. “Seriously though, thank you for tonight, Sam. I had a lot of fun.” Immediately, the mood changes. It’s almost as if the happy moments from earlier tonight are gone as the pair remember that, at least for tonight, the good times are over. All Y/N can think of is one thing:
She doesn’t want this night, or her time with Sam, to ever end.
“You’re welcome. Thank you for taking a chance on me.” Y/N scoffs.
“I wasn’t taking a chance. I really connected with you, Sam, and I want to spend more time with you.” He starts grinning again, one of those huge smiles that takes over your entire face and with a warmth that feels like the sun itself. And it’s all for her.
“You know….” He trails off, chuckling. “I was going to ask if you really did want to go on another date with me, so I’m really glad you said that. Mostly, though, it’s because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen… and I think I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” She gasps, and her heart begins to pound even faster. Sam comes closer, closing the gap between them both. So close they’re only inches apart now. “May I?” He whispers, tilting his head towards hers. Y/N nods, too speechless to say anything. Slowly, like they’re in a movie, Sam gently leans in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. When their lips connect, it sends a tingle down her spine and sends her heart into overdrive. Sam wraps his hands around her waist, whilst hers go onto his shoulders. He holds her there for what feels like hours, safe in his embrace. “Can I call you tomorrow?” He asks once they finally, yet reluctantly break apart.
“Of course. Like you even have to ask.” He leans in again, this time kissing her cheek.
“Goodnight Y/N.” He whispers, his breath hot against her cheek.
“Goodnight Sam.”
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irishhappiness · 7 months
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Disaster night
Summary : Your boyfriend cheats on you. You decide to drink away your feelings before coming home.
Pairing : Roommate Steve Rogers × Female Reader; Roommate Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Roommate Sam Wilson x Female Reader, Platonic Steve x Bucky x Sam
Words : 2288
Warning : Cheating on reader (just a kiss) / nothing else I think. Hungover but is it really a warning? I don’t know. If you see anything else, please tell me.
A/N : /
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You were happy. Your boss accepted that you left early to go see your boyfriend. His company was throwing a big party, and the partners were welcomed. You told him that you couldn't come because of work which disappointed him. It will be the perfect surprise. Just in case, you had kept a dress in your car.
The soirée started only one hour ago. You weren't that late. When you entered, you recognised some of his colleagues. You talked a bit before excusing yourself to find your boyfriend. You thought that he would be happy to see you. That was without counting on seeing him kissing someone else. You recognised her immediately. You knew that she had been trying to take him from you for a while now. You didn't expect him to succumb to her charm. How wrong were you? You went to see him.
"Hello Honey, How pleasant is it to see you?"
You slapped him before throwing his drink in his face. Sandy gasped. You turned to slap her too, telling her that she was just a cheap whore incapable of respecting people. Your boyfriend touched your shoulder. You turned to him.
"Don't touch me."
You took the two drinks next to you, throwing them in their face. You were so mad that you weren’t realising what you were doing. The security escorted you out of the premises but you didn't care. At least, he had a bit of your mind.
It's not like you never had suspicions, but you thought that was all it was. You thought he loved you and wouldn’t cheat. You thought that maybe he was the one.
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It was only three hours later that you decided that you should go home. You hailed a taxi, unsure of the way you were walking towards. Once you were finally home, you tried to enter the keys into the lock several times before finally succeeding. You tried to close the door slowly, but you let it slip from your hand, making a loud noise that hurt your brain. Your roommates were still playing video games at this hour of the night. They paused the game to be sure everything was ok. They thought that maybe you were coming back with your boyfriend and didn’t really pay attention. It wouldn’t be the first time.
You tried to untie your shoes. Even at one am and in your state, you were afraid of what Steve might say if you enter the apartment with shoes on. You tried to do it standing up but only succeeded into making more noises, the ball of keys slipping on the floor. You started to cry, and Bucky came to you.
"Hey doll, what's going on?"
You looked at Bucky while you started to fall when you try to go for a hug. He got you and sat you on the floor. You looked at your feet with a lost stare.
"Steve is going to be angry if I don't remove my shoes, but I can't do it, I am so stupid."
"Shhh, that's no way to talk about yourself."
He moved to sit in front of you. He put your feet on his laps, starting to untie the knots. He looked at you softly.
"Can you tell me what happened?"
You brushed it off. You might be really drunk, but you also knew better than to talk about your boyfriend with someone who looks like Bucky. Your three roommates never liked him. They always felt like something was wrong, and of course, they were right. You should have listened to them but you were with Kevin before moving in. You cried again, thinking about what you saw and the fact that Steve will not be happy. It was one rule that he was really strict about.
"He's going to be mad."
Steve was just coming back from the kitchen with a glass of water for you.
"Steve, come here and tell her that it's OK if she walks with shoes in the house."
You tried to stop Bucky.
"Shhhh; he’s going to hear you."
The blond arrived, followed by Sam. He sat next to you.
"Sweetheart, it's OK. You can walk with shoes in the apartment. I won’t be mad, I promise. Tell us what happened?"
You cried harder. He didn't like to see you like this, none of them did. He hugged you while Bucky finished to remove your shoes.
"Here we go, doll, no more shoes."
You clang to Steve. He took you and brought you to the couch. You sat on his laps while he caressed your back.
"What happened?"
"Hmmm nothing."
"Sweetheart..."
You looked at him with red eyes and tears filling them. You touched his face, moving his cheeks. You were wondering who he was.
"You sound a lot like Steve but Steve will never cheat. He wouldn't cheat on me." You snob. "But he will never like me. I think he likes Bucky." You put a finger on his lips, "but you can't tell anyone. It's a secret."
Bucky and Sam laughed. The three of them have been friends for so long, and Bucky and Steve, even longer. It was true that they were really close, closer than most friends are. They were often touching each other; whispering but nothing ever happened. You have known them for only five months, so for you, the way they were together felt more like a romantic relationship.
"Sam, Can you maybe give us a bottle of water and an aspirin. I think it's time to go to bed."
Steve brought you to your room. You clung on him tighter if it was only possible. He tried to sat you down but you didn't bulge.
"Sweetheart, you need to change."
"No, It's comfortable."
Without thinking, you break the hug. You fall on your bed and start to remove your clothes. Steve goes to your drawer to find a pyjama and a top. You through your dress at Steve which landed on his head. You laughed. He turns to see you in nothing but your underwear. His cheeks pinked and he tried not to look. Sam arrived at the same time. He wanted to whistle but he thought it would be a bad idea.
"How is she?"
"Way to drunk. I swear, I am going to kill him."
"Bucky is on it already. You should have asked him to bring you the aspirin."
The three of them have been protective of you since they first met you. Bucky and Sam acted like big brothers when Steve acted like your knight in shining armour.
"Tell him not to kill him, I want to take a turn."
Steve hears you snores and turns to look at you. He puts the clothes on you before he tucks you to bed and kisses your forehead. He goes to your bathroom to take some cotton to remove your makeup. He does the basic for the next day. He lets the door open to check on you regularly.
He goes back to the living room and sits with Sam talking about what happened and how they should have protected you more knowing that something was wrong with your boyfriend. They hated him since their first encounter without really knowing why. Now, they do.
"There is one good thing though."
"What?"
"Now, you can't tell us that you don't believe she likes you."
"It's too soon."
"It's the perfect moment before she finds another bad guy for her."
Steve let it sinks. His best friend was right. It was the moment to tell you the truth. After all, he stayed on the side way to long. If you had feelings for him, he had to tell you now. What if your boyfriend apologizes and you forgive him. He couldn’t let that happen.
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You wake up with a headache. You look at your nightstand, seeing the pill and water. You took it gladly. After a few minutes, you decide to get something to eat. Your stomach is growling and you are smelling food. You realise that you are in pyjamas but you don't remember how you got in them.
You pass the hallway, hearing your roommates talk. You blink at the sunny environment. It was too much. Sam went to close the blinds while you take a place next to his. Steve brings you a plate with waffles and fruits. He brings you the chocolate and the whip cream to put on top of them. You smiles at him.
"Thank you."
"How are you feeling honey."
You winced at Sam.
"Too loud, way too loud."
"You got really hammered."
"I am sorry. I didn't mean too."
Sam hugs you by the shoulder to bring you close to him. You see his knuckles on his left hand.
"What happened?"
He looks at where you looking at.
"Oh nothing, I just fought to much with the bag during training."
It was a good save but not good enough. Steve tries to hide his hands while Bucky kept his back to you. Your head is hurting but you can feel the tension in the room.
"I guess you know?"
You weren't stupid. They told you before that if your boyfriend hurts you, he will have to answer to them. You just don’t process how they knew what happened. You couldn’t even remember how you got home.
"We do, but I promise it wasn't that bad."
You look at Sam. You felt guilty that they had to fight for you.
"I didn't want you to get involved."
"We always will be Sweetie. If someone hurts you, they bring it on them."
You smiled. You didn’t want them to get hurt but you also were happy to have such good friends. Friends that you knew for not that long but who will do anything to protect you.
Steve comes closer to you with his plate. He turns to look at you.
"You know that you can walk in the house with shoes? I mean I don’t like it but I don’t want you to be afraid if you do.”
You looked at him confused.
"What did I say?"
“It’s more that you cried because you didn’t arrive to remove your shoes.”
"Oh, but you don’t like when we walk with shoes in the apartment.”
“I don’t but there is also circumstances. I don’t want you to be afraid of something like this.”
You thank him before putting enough food in your mouth. You felt bad. You knew that Steve didn’t like when you were walking with shoes inside but he was such a great man. You hoped you didn’t hurt his feelings.
Bucky finally sits with you. He looks at you with a big smile. It was nice but different than usual. You could feel that there was a meaning behind it. He looks at Steve that is now absorbed by his food. You can’t help to ask.
“What is it? I have something on my face?”
“Oh no, it’s just that Steve has something very important to say to you.”
The blond looks at his best friend. He didn’t really want to say it now, he wanted to be more private but he also knew Bucky. He wanted to be sure that he will finally tell you. He comes next to you and your turn to look at him. He takes your hands in his.
"And I am not in love with Bucky or interested in him that way. We have been best friends for a really long time but that’s it."
You were wondering were it was coming from. You always felt like something between them was stronger that with anybody else but you never said it out loud.
"I like you sweetheart. I liked you for a while now but you were with He who must not be named so I kept it from you."
You looked at him unsure. You started to have feeling for him a few months ago. You were watching TV when you fell asleep on his shoulder. He put the blanket higher for you to not get cold. When you woke up, he was fast asleep but kept his arm around you to avoid you to move to much. It was something small but your boyfriend has never been so thoughtful with you. You looked at his asleep face and felt butterflies for the first time in a really long time.
“Thank you.”
He was taken aback. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. However, he couldn’t blame you for not feeling the same way or maybe thinking it was too early to think about something like this.
“Oh, you’re welcome.”
He starts to move but you take his hands.
“No, I didn’t mean… I mean, thank you for not trying to make me break up with him. I am not happy with what he did, but I am glad that you didn’t try anything just because you could have. That doesn’t mean that I don’t like you because I do a lot and I am happy that you are telling me now.”
You close the space and kiss him. When you try to break the kiss, he keeps you closer to him, tasting the pancakes and the strawberries on your lips, moaning in your mouth. When you finally broke the kiss, your friends were already gone. Bucky shooting from the front door.
“We will give you some time alone. Just please don’t do it in the kitchen or leaving room.”
You laugh, putting your chin on Steve chest to look at him. He caresses your back looking at you with love.
“We won’t make any promises.”
@mochie85 🥰
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Pairing: Sam Wilson x shy! female reader (no other specifications)
Word Count: 1400 words
Outline: The first time you gave Sam his favorite nickname and much more than that.
Warnings: daddy kink, fingering, penetration, first time.
Author’s Note: Based on this blurb! :)
P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics// banners by @maysdigitalarts
Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist
NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.
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It hasn’t been a long time since you met Sam Wilson, the famous Captain America but it was enough for you to know that he was the one. Sam was perfect in every way, a pure gentleman, doting and caring, and above all a sweet and patient man. 
There was an age gap between you, you were in your late 20s and Sam had just turned forty and yet he never felt discouraged by your shyness or your insecurities. Not everybody walked the same path in life. 
You stayed often at his Washington DC apartment, drinking, eating, dancing, and doing all the cute things couples do and make out a lot and anywhere you could find. 
You weren’t too comfortable with intimacy, whether it was past relationships or just general your own mind, Sam never pressured you or drifted away from you. He wanted you and he could wait for as long as you needed to and he’d never want you to feel uncomfortable.
Now it was a Saturday night, a week after his birthday where you were both on the bed, clothed and laying next to each other. Your hands drew circles on his chest while he told you an old story about his time in the military. 
Yet your hand wants to wonder tonight, there’s something in the air, something thick that allures you in. You drag your hand all the way down to his crotch and all Sam does is raise an eyebrow and drop a low baritone ‘Excuse me?’ You only smile softly as you begin to trace his clothed crotch with your fingers. 
Sam always lets you take your time with his body, wasn’t the first time touching him, won’t be the last. He knew how sexual tension was a thing of the moment sometimes. He always encourages you to feel confident in your body because he will love you no matter what and he genuinely liked you for who you were.
He knew how to teach you confidence, how to make you see your body through his eyes, and how to help you build up your self-esteem. He always stays close to your ear, explaining to you exactly how you make him feel, how you turn him on with your voice or your body, or anything else.
The first time he placed you in his lap in front of his mirror, tracing your body with his fingers had you soaking wet, and yet when you told him you weren’t ready yet he complied and even encouraged you to finish on your own and that’d he’d in the living room.
And so it happened.
The first time you let him watch your fingers on yourself, you did so under the covers, watching him as he gazed at you intensely, his hands firm on his thighs breathing in and out. He cursed hard when you screamed his name when you finished, his warm chocolate eyes guiding you to the purest ecstasy. 
And he didn’t mind when he went discreetly to the bathroom.
The next time you let him work on his cock in front of you and he was more than happy to oblige. Watching him work on himself as his big hand wrapped around his girthy and veiny cock had you whimpering and moaning a lot but he still kept his distance as you wanted.
The first time he fingers you, you tell him you prefer the lights off. You were afraid he might now have liked what he’d see. But he didn’t mind, his goal was to make you cum as much as he could and as intensely as he could with his fingers. 
Which of course he managed. It was hard for you to close your legs even hours after the session.
Then he takes you to the mirror again, this time naked, and explains to you again what he likes, what he would like to kiss and feel on your body. Every single part. And you let him, finger you sensually with his dexter, his lips on your shoulders kissing you and praising you again and again.
Now, your hand wraps around his clothed erection which makes him breathe heavily.
“What do you need darling?” He asks in your firm voice, looking at you.
“I need you. I think I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am, Sammy, I am, I promise.” You nod your head and try to push his trousers down but he stops you.
Sam proceeds to take them off for your pushing down his trousers and taking off his shirt as you watch him with your mouth hanging practically open. He looked beautiful. 
When he pushes his boxers down to reveal his cock springing free against his stomach, thick and long and looking so inviting. 
“God, you look beautiful daddy.” The word falls off your lips without thinking it further and yet it’s what you call Sam in your head when you are masturbating. 
Sam’s eyes glisten, a new feral feeling overcoming as he looks at you.
“What did you call me, princess?” He repeats and his voice hangs so low that fills your ears with your pleasure.
You’re too embarrassed to repeat it though so you only go back to taking off your clothes and then laying back down on the bed. Sam follows you, kneeling down on the bed and kissing your thighs and your pussy and your stomach, leaving a soft yet demanding trail of kisses. 
“May I?” 
“Yes, daddy, please.”
And his neck cracks at the word again and he shuts his eyes as he lets what feels like a mixture between a prayer and a curse. 
Sam then starts slow no matter how feral the words made him feel but he knew, he knew you needed to open up. There was no way you could take his cock just like that. 
He starts with his favorite finger scisorring it around as your hands touched your breasts arching your back at his movements, letting a series of moans hang in the air.
Then he adds another one, twisting and twirling them around, making you nice and open for him. 
And then he adds a third one and your hand wraps around his wrist begging him to enter you, that you can’t take it anymore. 
He takes his time though, lining up his cock to your entrance, pouring lube over it and on your pussy to make sure you are as wet as possible. And when his face comes close to yours, he wraps your lips in a kiss, his hands on the sides of your face and shoulders. 
And he feels your mouth hanging open when he pushes his cockhead inside your pussy. The pleasure is immense, he is stretching you out so good, that it makes your legs tremble. You never thought he could be this big, he could feel this good and he could fill you like this.
And that was only the tip.
“Don’t think you will last on anything more.” He chuckles watching you as you tried to back your hips. It felt too good that your body was moving on its own.
“D-daddy!” You plead and he only slowly begins to move his cock against your body.
The pleasure is immense and overwhelming, it was everything you expected and more. The burning stretching sensation quickly feels like heaven, as your hands are holding tightly onto his muscles. His body strength moves you against the bed as he is pushing more and more of his cock inside you. 
“You feel good?”
“Yes, it feels so good, daddy!”
His eyes are fixated on you as he is moving your body glancing down to watch how your pussy is slowly taking more and more of him. 
When he puts a finger on your clit rubbing it, it makes you see stars. The tightness inside you grows so deep that a few more rubs have you wetting his finger and screaming his name in pleasure. 
He finishes one moment after you, quickly managing to pull away from you and instead finish on your thigh by proximity, panting heavily as he collapses next to you.
“Sam…” You breathe out, and he reaches out to pull you into his arms and kiss your forehead. 
And it definitely wouldn’t be the last time. Far from it.
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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
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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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AN: Well folks, I've beaten my own record for length of a one-shot. I could have posted this as a mini-series, but didn't want to tease y'all.
This is full of filth and I am not sorry in the slightest. This is a no-powers AU.
Mood board by me, dividers by @firefly-graphics and beta'd by my dream team.
Master list here
Pairing: CamBoy Sam x Fem Room-mate reader, Nat x Steve (Background)
Word count: 11k
CW: Fluff, Angst and SMUT!!! (inc both male and female masturbation, the former described in a lot of detail)
MINORS DNI
Do not copy/transfer/transform this work. If you see it posted anywhere but here or on my AO3 (Late_to_the_party_81) it has been taken without my consent.
“You want me to do what?”
Your voice rose to a high squeak as you processed what Nat had just asked. Your roommate at least had the decency to hide her face behind her hands, and peek at you from between her fingers.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but Steve’s place is rented, and I own this apartment. It just makes more sense for him to move in with me than the other way around.”
You weren’t angry with her; far from it. You were pleased that her relationship with Steve had progressed to the next level and they were moving in together, but the fact that it meant that you had to move out had your head in a spin. You’d moved in with her two years ago when her younger sister, Yelena, had left to go to college and you were desperate to get out of your parent’s house.
You twisted your sweater sleeves around your hands as you tried to process everything.
“So, erm, I suppose I ought to start looking for somewhere else?”
You really didn’t want to have to move back in with your parents; you and your mom were too alike to be able to get on for longer than a few days.
“Well… about that. Steve and Sam have still got 9 months left on their lease, so Sam will be looking for someone to share with. Gives you a bit more breathing room and would make moving much easier.”
Nat’s suggestion made sense. You didn’t know Steve’s roommate Sam that well; he tended to keep to himself, but you’d never heard any complaints from Steve about him. Could you move in with a man you barely knew, even if his friends and yours could vouch for him? Well, when the other option was your parents, the answer was a resounding “Yes!”.
“Let’s hang out, the four of us. If I feel that Sam is someone I can live with for the short term, then we can set up a moving date.”
Nat squealed and threw herself at you, wrapping her arms around you and knocking you back on the sofa cushions. She peppered kisses all over your face, leaving red lipstick marks.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at her over-enthusiastic gratitude. And anyway, how bad could living with Sam be?
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Bad, that’s what it was.
Okay, maybe you were being a bit over dramatic, but compared to what you were used to with Nat, living with Sam was, well, lonely.
With Nat, you ate meals together, watched films, and binged box sets together. You went out shopping, and whilst you know those trips would still continue, they were currently on hiatus as Nat and Steve were presumably christening every single surface in the apartment. That was an image you really wished you weren’t having.
You'd obviously seen a lot of Sam on the day that you moved in. He’d smiled genuinely at you, thanking you again for saving him from the horror of posting for a roommate, and you’d answered in kind. Then he used the impressive muscles that he (unfortunately) kept covered up under a t-shirt to move your boxes from the hallway into Steve's old, and now your new, room.
“I, um, made Steve bleach and vacuum before he left.”
You’d chuckled at that, and he’d continued to smile. He was a very charming man, and you’d have been blind not to notice how physically attractive he was. However, since that day, you’d barely run into him. He left the house early every weekday morning for a run, a routine that he’d had before he’d met Steve, and which he and Steve had continued together. You had no idea if Steve was still joining Sam or not.
By the time he came back, you were on your way out to work. In a sweet gesture, he always seemed to come back with a coffee for you, and as you weren’t a morning person, it was greatly appreciated. You knew he had a day job, some kind of cycling delivery person, and you guessed that was one of the ways he stayed in such excellent shape. He also had some other kind of job, something computer based that he did a couple of evenings a week, including Friday evenings. He glossed over it, saying it was rather mundane and boring, but paid the bills.
Three weeks in and you’d only shared a handful of meals together and two movies. Oh well, it was a different dynamic, and it would take time to find your feet. You vowed to make more of an effort, and that would start tonight. You went grocery shopping on your way home from work, picking up the ingredients you would need to make your signature dish: sausage and red wine casserole with creamed potatoes, a selection of greens and a baked cheesecake, New York style of course.
You were just testing the cheesecake with a skewer when the door opened, heralding Sam’s return.
“Hey Roomie, what’s smelling so good?”
You’d planned to answer eloquently but you were momentarily struck dumb. Sam’s cycling gear, white and red in colour, was skin tight, showing off his muscular frame. The skin that wasn’t covered had a slight sweaty sheen to it, evidence of Sam’s hard work. His protective eye goggles were pushed up on his head, and the cords of his earphones dangled over his chest as he removed them. Jesus Christ, you could see his nipples through his shirt, it was that tight…
“I… um…”
Your brain finally rebooted, and you managed to process his question, plastering a smile on your face as you answered.
“Sausage casserole and cheesecake. I was thinking, you know, we haven’t had much time to hang out; maybe it would be nice to eat together tonight. I’m not sure what your and Steve’s routine was, but Nat and I would eat together fairly regularly.” You looked away from him to slide the cheesecake back in the oven, glad that it gave you a moment to compose yourself. Your appreciation of his attractiveness could not be allowed to morph into a crush. That would not be good.
“Sounds good, Squishmallow.” You turned back to face him and rolled your eyes.
“Really, Sam? Just cos I have a few…”
He chuckled at you, the sound deep and melodious and somehow making your core vibrate with want. Shit.
“A few? Girl, you got more of those things than Toys 'R' Us.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, gesticulating with the spoon you’d been using to stir the casserole.
“Hey… they’re cute and nice to cuddle.”
He leant over the kitchen counter, grabbed a fork and pinched a piece of sausage out of the pot on the burner.
“You need to get out more, Squishy. I’m gonna go have a shower. Looking forward to dinner. A guy could get used to this, you know.”
He sauntered away towards his room, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off his ass as he walked away. Maybe spending more time together wasn’t going to be the best idea…
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The front door closed with a bang, galvanising you into action in your bedroom, where you had been laying, post shower, tired from work.
“Squishy? I’ve got the take-out.”
You pulled on your sleep shorts and shirt and walked into the living room.
“Stop calling me that, Sam.”
“Nope! Now it looks like you haven’t picked a film for us to watch, so you forfeit.”
He placed the bag of take-out on the coffee table and flopped down, full-length, onto the sofa, grabbing the remote and starting to flick through the channels. You picked up one of the cushions and smacked him with it.
“Hey, no fair!”
“Way fair! But if you make me a cup of coffee, I may relent.”
A disgruntled snort was your reply, but you still moved to the kitchenette and put the kettle on the stove for your tea and turned on the coffee machine for Sam.
“Don’t pick anything too scary, Sam. You know I’m a wuss.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll protect you.”
You were glad he was facing away from you so he didn’t see the shudder that ran through your body at the use of the pet name.
Over the last month, after the dinner that you’d made, you and Sam had been spending more time together. Whilst it was never going to be the same as living with Nat (you missed having someone to review your outfits with), you and Sam had settled into something… well, nice.
A couple of times a week you’d take turns to either making or picking up dinner, and when your schedules allowed, you’d watch a film together. It was Thursday today, and tomorrow night you were heading on out with some of the girls at work, and Sam had his evening job.
Finishing the drinks, you carried the mugs through. To celebrate having had you as a roommate for a month, Sam had brought you a mug, covered in pictures of squishmallows. In response, you’d bought him a bike mug with double entendre statements across it, which had made him laugh.
You placed the mugs down next to the takeout bag and then motioned for him to move his legs so you could sit on the sofa.
“So, what are we watching?” You questioned him as you unpacked the white cardboard containers from the bag. “And did you get my noodles?”
“Yes, oh Mallow dictator, I got your precious noodles! What about a classic? Fifth Element? Or the Mummy?”
“Ooh, the Mummy! I’ve not seen it in ages.”
With your noodle box in hand, you tucked your legs up under you and watched as Sam selected the film.
“Question for you, Sammy. Rachel Weisz, Brendan Fraser or Oded Fehr?”
Sam caught you in an amused glare and let out a huff.
“What kind of question is that? The answer to that question is always ‘yes’, but you forgot about Patricia Valazquez.”
“Gold body paint!” You chanted together before collapsing into giggles.
“Correct. Any other answer and I would have had to disavow you as my roommate.”
As the opening credits began to roll, you cosied down next to Sam to enjoy the misadventures of Evie, Rick and Jonathan with Ardeth rolling his eyes at them every chance he got.
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Lights flashed and the bass-line thumped as you made your way across the night club towards the ladies room. Friday night and you were out with your girls. God, you’d needed this; it had been too long, and whilst Sam was great to hang out with, you couldn’t have a good gossip with him in the same way. You hoped work wasn’t too onerous for him tonight. You were glad you didn’t have to do a tele-marketing job from home to make ends meet; your office job might not be the most exciting, but it paid enough and was good and steady.
There were about eight of you out from work, and it had been a riotous evening so far. You were all well lubricated with wine, vodka and gin and had now come to the club to dance off your drunken energy. You and your friend, Sophie, finally found your way through the cavernous space to the washroom, and after doing the necessary, you both fixed your make-up before heading back to the rest of the group. You found them at your table, all giggling and half leaning over each other to look at the phone that Helen, one of the others, was holding.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
Cassie lifted her head, grinning.
“Helen was showing us this Camboy feed she discovered, and -phew-ee- is this guy hot! Come on, Hel; show her.”
The group shuffled around in the booth as Helen rewound the video and passed it across so you and Sophie could watch. The video started with the camera pointing at a backdrop, a light orange colour, which you thought was a strange choice until the man walked into frame. His face wasn’t in the shot, but the background showed off his skin tone to perfection. He wore a white shirt, sleeves rolled up and the buttons straining against his broad chest. Tan leather pistol holders were visible across his shoulders, with matching bracers on his lower arms and brown pants held up with a leather belt.
“Wooooo, he’s doing a Rick O’Connell cosplay.”
Sophie let out an appreciative whistle. Something niggled at the back of your mind, but you couldn’t drag your eyes away as the man swayed and rolled his hips to the camera in time to the music he had on in the background. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, dragging it out from where it was tucked into his trousers, the fabric fluttering. One broad hand slid down his front, drawing attention to his pecs and abdominals. He slid the holsters off his shoulders so that the shirt could follow. It stopped briefly when it was half off so he could flex his biceps and show how the fabric tightened around them.
You shuffled in your seat. He hadn’t even got to the good part yet, and you were already involuntarily clenching your thighs together for some relief against the pulsing inside your underwear. Next the guy, USFalcon, according to his handle, slowly unbuckled his belt, pulling it slowly from the loops, before folding it in half and snapping it together, making a cracking noise. The sound made a dart of electricity zing straight to your clit.
“Fuck; imagine this guy tying you up with that belt!” It was like Sophie was vocalising your inner thoughts.
With the belt discarded, he ran his thumbs around the waist band of the pants, teasing his viewers as his fingers ghosted over the button, a button that was starting to show the strain against the now obvious bulge under the fabric.
“Come on. Come on.”
It took a moment for you to realise that it was you talking under your breath. Christ, it was obviously far too long since you’d last gotten laid if you were getting this wound up watching some anonymous guy do a strip tease on the internet.
Your attention was brought back to the screen as he finally, finally, popped the button and lowered the zip. The pants clung to his thick thighs, and he pushed them down to reveal a pair of somewhat anachronistic white boxer briefs, but at this point you didn’t care. The stretch cotton showed more than it revealed; it might have well been painted on. God, it reminded you of Sam and his cycling gear.
“Fucking Christ!”
Helen leant over to you. “Wait until he takes them off…”
You didn’t have to wait that much longer though. He teased himself and the viewers first, his hands running over his body again, including his clothed cock. When a small wet patch appeared on his underwear you swore you almost came in your own panties. You wanted to lean inside the screen and suck on the fabric. Then he pushed them down and off, letting his cock bob unimpeded for a few seconds in front of the camera.
Fuck, you’d never felt this level of desire before, and you could feel your cheeks heat. USFalcon’s cock could only be described as beautiful; slightly longer than average, but the girth! Just thinking about it had you clenching, imagining being split apart on it. The tip of it was cut and weeping salty pearls.
You felt a finger on your chin and your eyes darted to the side. Helen pressed under your jaw, closing your slack mouth. “Girl, you’re drooling. Do you and USFalcon need some alone time?”
“I’m telling you now; this guy has a new fan!”
“I can tell.”
You returned your attention as USFalcon drizzled some lube over his gorgeous cock before wrapping his hand round it. He slowly moved his hand up and down his length, coating it in the slippery fluid. His movements then became firmer and faster, his spare hand trailing over his body, teasing his dark, pebbled nipples. You wished you had earbuds in, so you could hear the sounds he was making, but you already knew you were going to watch this again when you got home; you were dying to get your hand inside your panties.
You could almost imagine the breathy moans coming from him as he worked his cock. You could see his defined abdominals clenching, his heavy balls twitching. You crossed your legs under the table, squeezing your own thighs together as you watched him cum, ropes of his white spend running down his cock and fingers as he worked himself through his orgasm.
You slumped back in the booth.
“Damn!”
You heard everyone around you chuckling at your outburst. Someone, you weren’t sure who, placed a shot down in front of you, and you knocked it back, shuddering as the alcohol burned your throat.
You slammed the glass down on the table.
“Okay, ladies. Time to dance! I’ve got some frustrations to work out.”
You all laughed some more, before heading across the rather sticky floor to continue partying until the small hours. When you finally got home you were too drunk and tired to make good on your promise to yourself to watch the video again, but if you happened to have an interesting dream where USFalcon, dressed as Rick O'Connell, but with Sam’s face rescued you, dressed like Evie, from evil mummies - well that was no-one’s business but your own.
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“I’m never drinking again…”
Your pathetic moan fell from your lips as you wrapped your pillow around your head in an attempt to keep your brain from running out of your ears.
There was a series of soft taps on your door, but to your hungover senses it sounded like a series of gunshots. You hunkered down under your bedding, squeezing your eyes tight, letting out a pathetic moan.
You heard your door open and a soft chuckle made its way across to you.
“Feeling a bit delicate, Squishy?”
“Fuck off, Wilson.”
Another chuckle and then your sensitive ears heard him making his way across the room. A clunk and a rattle sounded on your bedside table before your mattress dipped, indicating he was now sitting on it. You pulled back the covers enough so Samuel could see part of your face and you opened one eye.
“Loving the panda-eye. You too drunk to take off your make-up last night?”
“What do you think?”
You glared at him the best you could with one unfocused eye.
“I’m surprised you didn’t wake the whole building when you came in last night. I think you were shouting that you were Evie, and you were wondering where Rick was. I don’t think you should watch The Mummy again anytime soon…”
You groaned in embarrassment and pulled the blanket back over your head.
“Anyway, I’ll leave you to suffer. I brought you some water and some meds. Let me know if you need anything. I don’t have a delivery shift today, so I’ll be around.”
You mumbled out a thanks and heard him leave, pulling the door gently closed behind him. You shuffled yourself out of your cocoon enough to take the painkillers, nausea rushing through you as you sat up enough to not choke on them.
“Fuck..”
You collapsed back down, the world still spinning and you closed your eyes, passing out again in a matter of minutes.
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It was late afternoon when you woke up again. There was another glass of water, a glass of apple juice and a wrapped sandwich on the table beside you. Bless Sam, you thought. After sitting up and eating your snack, with more hunger than you thought you had, you realised that you were also feeling better than you had any right to.
Dragging yourself out of bed, you made your way to your en-suite, grimacing when you saw your dishevelled state in the mirror. Not only did you have an amazing panda-eye going on, one of your false eyelashes had moved itself to adhere to your eyebrow. You peeled it off with a hiss, wincing as it took a couple of hairs with it.
You turned on the shower as you peeled off the t-shirt you’d somehow made your way into last night and your underwear. As you waited for the water to warm, you giggled to yourself remembering the video you’d watched and how it had made you feel.
Making your way under the scalding spray, you relished in the feeling of the water cascading over your body. You scrubbed away the sweat and the dirt of the night before and as you did you ran over what you remembered of USFalcon’s video. The snippets you recalled made you warm and tingly all over. You exited the shower and secured your towel around you, returning to your bed. You wrinkled your nose as it got a waft of sour alcohol sweat; you’d need to change your sheets before going back to bed later, but it would wait for now. You grabbed your tablet and typed in the address of the internet site that hosted USFalcon’s videos.
In order to view them, you’d have to sign up. You tapped your finger against your lips as you pondered an anonymous username that suited you. Inspiration struck and you typed it in, popped in your card details and smiled as you made it through the entry portal. It seemed that this guy had been posting videos one to two times a week for the past eight months. That was a lot of material.
You grinned to yourself. This should keep you occupied for a while. You scrolled up and down. The video you’d watched last night was his latest, streamed live and then posted earlier on in the evening. Getting comfortable on your bed, you connected your earbuds and pressed play.
It was as good as you remembered, and it wasn’t long until your fingers were working feverishly over your clit. Your cunt clenched around nothing as you watched that strong hand working up and down the cock of your dreams. With your earbuds in, you could now hear the sounds this man made, and they were delicious. Small grunts accompanied the movement of his hand until he came with a long moan. You bit your own lip as you came, not wanting Sam to be aware of what you were up to, because that would just be utterly embarrassing.
Yes, you thought. You were going to have great fun watching this guy’s videos. You wondered what sort of ‘show’ he would do next. You checked his schedule and saw that he was due to post again on Monday. Until then, you’d just have to manage with his back-catalogue…
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Sunday you hung out with Nat, meeting her for brunch, although you just stuck to orange juice, your hangover having only just left you.
She asked how you were getting along with Sam. You admitted he was good fun, although not a patch on her, but that you were adjusting. You didn’t mention how he was distractingly attractive, because you didn’t want her trying to take the mickey or set you up. Nor did you mention your new wank bank material, you didn’t want her to think you were pathetic, lusting over some anonymous guy you were never going to meet.
In return you quizzed her about whether she and Steve were out of the honeymoon phase. Her coy smile and the way her cheeks pinked showed they weren’t, and you cackled so loudly other patrons stared at your table. After stuffing your faces with English muffins, smoked salmon and eggs multiple ways and earning the disapproval of the maître d', you said goodbye with a lingering hug and a promise to meet up again soon.
When you got home Sam was lounging on the sofa, watching football. You hadn’t seen him yesterday afternoon after your ‘self-care’ session, or this morning when you’d headed out to meet Nat.
“Hey Sam, whatcha doin’?”
You lifted up his legs, sat down on the sofa and placed his socked feet back on your lap.
“Chillin’. Watching the Saints whup the Falcons.”
If he felt you start at the word falcon, he didn’t show it.
“Like, the Saint’s are my boys, but really, the Falcons fucking suck this season, and it just makes it boring for everyone.”
He decreased the TV volume and turned all his attention on you.
“Have a good catch-up with Nat? Steve texted me and we went for a run while you two stuffed your faces.”
“Yes, it was great! She and Steve are still sickenly in love…”
Sam snorted. “Don’t I fucking know it. He needs another topic of conversation…”
“But we did agree that we should all meet up to do something together. What are your plans for next Saturday?”
“Nothin’ at all, Squish.”
“How about a day out on Coney Island? I haven't been there in ages.” You barely waited for his answer before you were texting Nat to set up the plans. You didn’t notice Sam looking at you as if he were trying to observe the very depths of your soul.
“There we go”, you announced. “All organised. They’ll come here at 10am and then we can all catch the train together.”
“I have to say, you’re looking a lot better today than you did yesterday.”
You dipped your head, embarrassed. “Um, yeah, not my finest hour. Thanks for not taking the piss too much and bringing me that snack.”
Sam shifted, swinging his legs off your lap and turning so he was sitting next to you, bringing you into a side hug.
“No problem. I gotta look after my Squishy, otherwise how will I get awesome food cooked for me? And anyway, I thought you might need energy for whatever you were gonna get up to once you woke properly. Was I right?”
You peered at him, slightly confused. What was he getting at? A jolt of panic shot through you; had he heard you ‘entertaining’ yourself?
“I…um…well it gave me the energy to have a shower, change the sheets and go back to bed, so…um…yes, you were right…”
He looked back at you and for a moment you were lost in the depths of his eyes. Then, without warning, he got up, heading over to the kitchen and putting the kettle on.
“Tea?” He asked as he got your mugs down from the cupboard? “I’m gonna make a coffee then I got some prep work I gotta do before work tomorrow evening.”
“What about the game?” You turned to look at the screen, only to see that the match had come to end, the Falcons having suffered the most embarrassing defeat at the hands of the Saints. For some reason you were a bit sad, part of you had been rooting for the team. Get a grip, just because they have the same name as your current obsession…
Sam placed your mug on the coffee table, and then to your surprise dropped a kiss to the top of your head. “See you in a bit, Squish. You doing dinner or am I?”
“I’ll do meatloaf - if you go out and get some red wine. We’re all out.” You answered without thinking, head still reeling over the soft kiss.
“Sure thing, later.”
He closed his door firmly, and you sat there, somewhat dazed at the moment of domesticity between you. Fuck. You needed a boyfriend, or at least a good dicking down; you were starting to get housewife fantasies over your roommate…
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Monday afternoon and you knew you had to get a handle on yourself. You knew you had a tendency to hyper-fixate on new things, but you’d spent nearly all day preoccupied about USFalcon’s stream this evening. You’d treated yourself to watching another of his old ones last night; from Halloween, where he’d been wearing a white leather harness with wings attached and a white, shiny thong. He made dressing as an angel so sinful.
But tonight, as you were going to watch live, you could tip him in real-time, send messages about what he was doing and what you liked. Yeah, other folk were going to be doing that too, but it still felt more intimate.
There had been something though, as you’d watched last night. Some kind of niggling feeling. It teased at your brain like a familiar smell, or a word that was on the tip of your tongue but you couldn’t quite get out. Familiar and unknown all at the same time. You tried not to worry; your brain liked to play tricks on you on a regular basis and you knew it would come to you eventually.
When you got home, Sam was in his room, his cycling shoes with the cleats discarded in the vicinity of the shoe rack. You tutted your yourself and straightened them, mainly so you didn’t cut yourself on the sharp metal. It was 6pm and the live stream was due to start at 8.30pm. At least you wouldn’t have to come up with an excuse to abandon Sam; his evening job started at 8pm so he wouldn’t be around to walk in on you. You knocked on his door though.
“Sam, I’m back!”
He opened his door slightly, sticking his head through the gap. He looked a bit stressed, which wasn’t normal for him.
“Hey, Squish… I ordered for pizza, if that’s okay? I’m right in the middle of something important, so when it gets here can you just pop mine outside my door? Might be able to talk later if you’re still up when my shift finishes.”
You had to admit you were taken aback. This wasn’t the normal Sam you knew, but then again, work kicked everyone’s ass on occasion so you decided to cut him some slack.
“Um, yeah. Sure thing. Have a good shift, and you know, if you ever wanna vent, you know where I am.”
He grinned, and your stomach flipped.
“You gonna be my Mallowy therapist now?”
You stuck out your tongue in reply and made your way down the hall to your room, all to the sound of his deep chuckle and click of his room door closing.
An hour later and you’d had your shower and dressed yourself in a comfy sleep set. You’d make a drink whilst waiting for the pizza to arrive.
You took your mug off the draining board and dried it with a dish cloth before deciding to make Sam a drink to go with his pizza as well.
The kettle was squealing as the doorbell rang so you quickly turned the stove off before going to answer the door. Luckily, Sam had paid when he’d ordered and you took the boxes from the delivery guy with a smile before kicking the door closed. You made the drinks and went and knocked on Sam’s door.
“Pizza’s here!”
You shouted through the closed door. Your ears picked up some shuffling sounds and a strange scraping and then a somewhat muffled response.
“Ah, just leave it outside the door. I’m just a bit tied up for a moment.”
“Want me to bring it in?”
You swore you heard a strangled squeak, before his muffled voice sounded again.
“No, no, that’s okay. Outside is fine…”
He really was acting strange this evening.
“Well, okay then. Have… um… have a good shift.”
You placed his pizza and mug of coffee outside his door, collected your own from the kitchen, and retreated to your room. As you ate, you set up your laptop, your good headphones, and your favourite toys and lube from your bottom drawer. As the clock approached 8.30, you cleared away your pizza box and mug, washed your hands, and then returned to your bed, laying out a towel.
You clicked on USFalcon��s page and a video window popped up with a countdown timer. You whipped off your pyjama shirt and shimmied out of your shorts, comfortable on your bed in just your underwear. The countdown hit zero and the video faded in to show the familiar backdrop and what looked like a velvet draped high backed chair. Music started to play, something exotic and evocative.
When USFalcon’s distinctive body sashayed into the frame your mouth dropped. His skin, so delicious looking normally, was covered in a layer of gold body paint, stylised black geometric patterns gracing his arms, chest and thighs, some kind of furred cloth covering his groin.
His head was in shot this time, but he had a mask covering his eyes, with a fine gauze attached to it, reminiscent of belly dancers, so that all his features were hidden. Then it hit you- apart from his mask and veil, he’d recreated another outfit from The Mummy; this time Anaksunamun.
The part of your brain that housed the niggling feeling started up again. You watch the Mummy with Sam and then you discover a sexy cam boy cos-playing the characters? What were the chances? No, it must be just a coincidence; with Brendan Fraser back in the public consciousness there had been a resurgence in interest in the film. That must be it.
A shake of USFalcon’s hips made you return your attention to the screen. He was putting on a little dance swaying to the music and rolling his hips. Fuck, you could wash laundry on his abs, should you feel so inclined!
He ghosted his palms across his nipples making the dark nubs pebble up, and all you could think about was biting them. His thumbs danced delicately around the thin cord holding up his furry ‘thong’, drawing attention to the gold metal cuffs around his wrists and the rings on his fingers. You could imagine how the cold metal would feel against your skin; taking hold of your arms, stroking up your thighs, wrapping around your throat…
You slid your hand down across your stomach and into your panties, finding your pussy already dripping. You started to slowly circle your clit as you turned your attention back to the screen. The thong dropped away, and you sucked in a breath; the gold body paint and black line work extended down that beautiful cock. The lighting in the room made it shine and you couldn’t hold back your own moan as you took it all in. You leant across to the laptop and clicked the button to send a tip.
He didn’t immediately take hold of himself, but slowly shimmied around in a circle, showing off his tight buttocks and the design that extended over them. He definitely got points for maximum effort and dedication to his fans. When he finished his turn he backed up, seating himself on the edge of the chair, legs wide apart. Reaching briefly out of frame, he pulled his hand back to show a small gold ewer. He tipped it up, a drizzle of oil spilling out into his palm. He placed his hand between his splayed legs and you swore your heart stopped as he started to circle around the furled muscle of his hole, smearing the oil over his flesh. He leant back in the chair, abs tensing, cock bobbing as he let out a salacious moan as his finger pressed in.
“Fuuuuck…”
Your own finger pressed into your wet pussy, your rhythm matching his. His free hand rubbed across his chest, the black lines of paint smearing as he squeezed his pec and plucked at his nipple. You copied that action too. When he added a second finger, you did as well, the coil of desire inside you tightening. He trailed his hand down his body, across his abs, until he took hold of his cock. He looked so debauched, head thrown back, fingers pressed tight inside him, body paint smeared across his chest and now his engorged length. Your own hand moved to your clit.
Another punched out moan came from him as he pressed a third finger into himself, an answering whine falling from your own lips. His hips rolled on the chair as he fisted himself in time with the thrust of his fingers. His sounds were so restrained; you wished he would let himself go, let himself fully vocalise his pleasure. You imagined how he would sound, in tandem with you, your cries merging together in an erotic symphony as you worked yourselves together towards your peaks, eyes locked…
You couldn’t stifle the sound that came from you as your orgasm crashed over you, your cunt clenching on your fingers, your hips snapping up as each wave of pleasure rolled through your body. As you sagged back into your pillows you realised that USFalcon was still somehow going. The man had stamina!
Wiping your hands on the towel, you deposited another tip on his account. You couldn’t be certain, but you were sure his head turned to the side briefly, as if he was watching his computer screen. He twisted the wrist between his thighs, that deep grunt signally he was nearing his own end. You imagined he was having to bite down on his lip as the hand on his cock stuttered once, twice and then he was cumming, the sticky fluid destroying the rest of the body paint on his cock.
He lay replete for a few moments, probably gathering his thoughts before he withdrew his fingers from his body and sat up. He stared into the camera and there was something about his eyes, the way they felt familiar, and as though he was staring straight at you. He got up from the chair, sauntering towards the camera, before moving behind it. His body paint was smeared from sweat and from being rubbed against the velvet covering the chair, and he looked like sex personified.
As the screen faded to black he must have nudged the camera a bit, as a different bit of the room came into focus for a moment. You froze, hand reaching out to close down the browser window. You felt the blood drain from your face.
No…
I couldn’t be…
Your eyes must have been deceiving you…
You didn’t just see the handle of a very distinctive mug in the edge of the shot.
You couldn’t rewind to check; you’d have to wait until USFalcon uploaded the video to his archive page. Then you’d be able to freeze frame that point, that’s if he didn’t edit it out. You got up, went to the bathroom, and washed yourself up before returning to your room and tidying your bed. Navigating to the archive, you pressed the refresh button, but the latest video didn’t appear. To be fair, he was probably still recovering himself.
Leaving your room you snuck down the corridor on tiptoes. Pausing outside Sam’s door, you pressed your ear against the wood. You could hear some kind of music, but it was so faint you couldn’t make it out. Should you knock? But if you were wrong, and he was working, you’d be disturbing him.
You carried on down the hall to the kitchen, grabbing yourself a glass of water and quietly returning to your room. It was getting on for 9.30pm by now, and you had to be up early for work.
Flopping down on your bed, you grabbed your book and tried to read, breaking off to refresh the web page every few minutes. You picked up your phone, pondering, before sending off a text. You placed down your phone and worried the tip of your thumb with your mouth. An insistent buzzing a few moments later had you snatching it back up.
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You peered at the screen, willing it to give up some more information of its own accord. Was he just being his usual friendly and cheeky self, or did he mean anything specific with that comment? You were confused and anxious.
You tapped refresh again to no avail, going back to your book and reading the same paragraph over and over. Eventually you threw it to the side in frustration. You went and cleaned your teeth and face and on your return were finally rewarded. The video was loaded.
You clicked on it, muting the sound and moving the scroll bar along to the last minute. You tried not to focus on the sight of his cock and his hands working himself, your brain telling you to feel embarrassed, not horny, as you watched him come. You tried to focus on the parts of his body you might recognise. The hands maybe?
When you rewatched him gaze into the camera, you were almost 100% certain, there was no mistaking those eyes. Then he got up and the camera jolted and you paused the video. And there it was.
Not a figment of your imagination.
You almost felt as though your throat was going to close up. The black bicycle shaped handle, attached to a grey mug.
There were too many coincidences now for it to just be your imagination. Sam’s second job wasn’t in tele-sales or something like that.
He was a Camboy.
He was your Camboy.
You’d been getting off on watching your roommate - the roommate you might have a teensy crush on - well, getting off too.
Oh fuck.
Did he know you were subscribed? Is that why he made the comment? How were you going to look him in the eye now?
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You managed to get out of the apartment without seeing Sam on Tuesday morning. You heard him go out for his run and threw yourself into gear, making sure you got ready and out, onto the bus at the local stop before he returned. Your colleagues knew something was up, even if your earlier than usual appearance in the office wasn’t a massive clue. They kept needling you but you weren’t talking.
You weren’t sure how you managed not to give yourself away when Helen and Sophie started talking about USFalcon’s latest stream when you all went out to get lunch.
“Well, he obviously enjoys doing it all. Just look at all the time and research he put into his outfit and staging.”
“I wonder if he has a partner and what they think about it.”
“If I was his girl, I’d find it hot and jump him as soon as he finished streaming.”
“I might even ask to join in!”
The pair fell about cackling, no longer noticing how reserved you were.
You spent the rest of the afternoon thinking. Sam was putting himself out there; he was doing this because he wanted to and in the expectation that he’d be seen. You weren’t doing anything wrong in enjoying the material that he was putting out into the public domain. You were a grown woman with a healthy libido and you had nothing to be ashamed of.
Was it awkward?
Okay, a bit. And now you knew it was him you weren’t going to watch again, cos that would just be weird, right?
You still managed to avoid him during the evening, not entirely on purpose. Your mom rang you to catch up and was in one of her chatty moods. The only time you saw Sam was when he knocked on your door to deliver your tub of chow mein. You smiled at him, too distracted by your mom telling you all the details of your second cousin’s latest job venture disaster to remember to act awkward as he passed you the white box, your chopsticks, and your Squishmallow mug full of tea.
You woke on Wednesday morning determined to act more normal with Sam. He was your friend and your roommate and didn’t deserve this cold shoulder treatment from you just because you’d discovered his secret. You greeted him at the door as usual as he came in from his run with your coffee and you were heading out to get your regular bus.
“Hey, Squish, didn’t really see you yesterday. You alright?”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I had a load of work on, and then my mom needed to tell me all the gossip from back home. Wanna eat tonight?”
“You cooking?”
He smiled at you, broad and bright, and your stomach flipped. The attraction you’d had for him, that you’d brushed off as just a healthy response to being so close to an attractive man, increased in magnitude. You ducked your head away, trying not to imagine hearing his moans close up, feeling his skin against yours.
“Um, yeah. Thinking something simple like steak and fries?”
“Sounds great. I’ll pick up a tub of ice cream on the way home from that place you like.”
“Thanks, Sam. I’ll see you later; gotta scoot for the bus.”
You were still somewhat reserved throughout your evening together. There were some awkward silences when you’d get lost in your thoughts, staring at him, or you’d get too close to him in the small space of the kitchen and just freeze, feeling the heat crawl up your cheeks.
After the meal, when you both went to eat your ice cream whilst sat on the sofa, you kept to your end, legs tucked up, instead of one of your lazy sprawls where you and Sam would end up with your legs tangled together, or you pressed up against his side, using him like a pillow.
Every so often you thought you caught him watching you, a small smile on his face. He couldn’t know you were one of his subscribers, because surely he would’ve mentioned it by now?
As it got late, you got up from the sofa and went to make yourself a bedtime drink. When you walked back past him, towards your bedroom, he reached out his hand and took hold of yours.
“You okay, Squish?”
He thumb rubbed over your knuckles, and he tipped his head back to look up at you from his seat on the couch.
God, why did he have to be so handsome?
“Yeah, um… just tired I guess. Got a lot on my mind.”
“You still up for movie night tomorrow? Thought we could get Indian for a change?”
“Sounds great, Sam. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Sweet dreams, Squishmallow.”
He slowly let go, almost as if he were reluctant to stop touching you, and as you made your way to your room you swore you could feel the prickle of his gaze on your back.
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You bumped the front door closed with your hip, hands holding the carrier bag containing your feast. Meandering your way across the lounge, you placed the bags on the coffee table and started to unpack the various tubs.
“Sam! Can you get the plates and cutlery from the kitchen?” You shouted through to him, knowing he’d ducked into his room when he’d gotten home to get showered and changed.
“Sure thing, Squish.”
You yelped, standing up straight and spinning on the spot as his reply unexpectedly came from closer than you expected. A lot closer. In fact he was right behind you, or rather now, right in front of you. Your nose was almost touching the dip in his collarbone and you were suddenly aware of several things.
Firstly, his skin was still slightly damp from his shower, a few small droplets clinging to him. Secondly, you knew this because he was shirtless. You’d never been this close to him shirtless before, hence why you hadn’t recognised him in that first video, but still, there was no way this beautiful body could belong to anyone else. Thirdly, whatever shower gel he used had a scent in it that was doing things to you. You wanted to breathe him in, rub your face over his chest, scenting him like an animal. Then fourth, and finally, you were aware of the throbbing between your legs, the pulsing of your clit in time with your heartbeat.
“I… um… you…”
He took a step back, a coy smile forming on his lips.
“You alright? You look a bit….warm.”
He turned, going to get the bits from the kitchen, and you just gaped at his back like a fish. He had a pair of grey sweatpants on, hanging low on his hips, showing off his muscles and clinging to his ass. All you could see in your mind’s eye was him touching himself, his abs clenching, makeup smearing…
Get it together, woman.
You shook your head to snap yourself out of your thoughts and finished opening all the containers before withdrawing to your corner of the couch, feet tucked up under you. As Sam returned from the kitchen, he tapped against your knees with his hand.
“You can’t eat like that.”
You unfolded with a sigh and then started slightly when he sat down right next to you, his thigh pressed up against yours. He placed a plate in your lap and leant across to grab the first foil container, dishing out some of the fragrant food to you before placing the remainder on his plate. Next, he grabbed the remote, quickly flicking to the right streaming service with ease.
“I thought we could continue our appreciation of Brendan Fraser and watch George of the Jungle, whaddya think, Squishy?”
With a mouthful of fish pakora, all you could do was nod.
As you ate and watched the antics of fish out of water, George, you found yourself starting to relax, the awkwardness melting away. Full of food and plates abandoned to the coffee table, you didn’t really notice Sam putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you to relax against him. When he laughed along with the film, you could feel the rumble in his chest under your head and your hand where they rested on him. As that awareness came to you, you also realised how smooth his skin was under your fingers and your cheek.
“Which outfit looks sexier? The billowy white shirt and black pants combo, or the leopard-skin loincloth?”
Sam’s question jerked you out of your reverie and you turned your head to look up at him. Which you quickly realised was a mistake. Your faces were close together, his eyes looking directly into yours.
“Um… I think an argument could be made for either. Cos you know, there’s um… something quite erotic about someone being partially covered, you’re… err… teased by what you can’t see. But then the loincloth, yeah, that’s also … umm… good.”
“Girl, are you just constantly horny on main?”
His teasing lightened the air of tension.
“You started it, Wilson!”
You poked him in the chest, and he tightened his arms around you, resting his head against yours. He shifted his body and you settled closer, allowing yourself the indulgence.
“Watch the film, Mallow-girl.”
You tried not to notice how his thumb brushed back and forth across your arm.
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You weren’t going to watch. Nope. You’d only logged on so you could cancel your subscription.
Liar.
It was just a total coincidence that you hadn’t had time to do so until five minutes before his Friday night stream was due to start. Total coincidence.
Liar.
Maybe you’d just wait long enough for it to start and send him a last tip, then you’d unsubscribe.
Pants on fire.
Whatever remaining fragment of good intention you’d had went out of the window when the stream started. The background music was ambient jungle sounds, and when his body moved into shot you didn’t know whether to cuss him out or melt into a puddle, because now you knew why he’d asked you about George’s outfits last night.
Framed without his head in view, he wore a billowy white shirt and tight, black dress pants, that were already straining. He circled his hips as he slowly undid the buttons on the bottom half of the shirt. He ran his hands up and down his body and round his waist in an imitation of a lover's touch. The shirt fluttered to the floor as he continued to caress himself, teasing his nipples into stiffened peaks.
You couldn’t draw your eyes away now. You’d touched that chest, albeit innocently. You knew how warm his skin was, how soft, yet also firm, it felt.
His hips swayed from side to side as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, quickly shoving them down his thighs to reveal a straining leopard print thong underneath. You felt like you were gonna have heart failure.
He turned sideways to the camera, bending back slightly, hips thrust forwards, as he drizzled oil over his pecs, and slowly started to oil up his body. His hand slid inside the thong, cupping and caressing himself, but then pulled back out without really revealing anything.
He then turned his back to the camera, and once again, swinging his hips, showed off his firm, high buttocks as his fingers slid under the thin waistband of the thong. He teased the camera by pulling it down slightly, then back up, before bending forward to show his back, shoulders and back of his head, and pulling the scrap of fabric down. Fuck, you wanted to eat his ass; it looked fucking delicious.
Turning back to the side, the oiled front of his body shining under the lights, he reached off screen, hand returning holding a masturbation sleeve. He must’ve already prepped it because he slid it over his cock with a moan, and started to thrust his hips up, fucking himself into the lubed, textured silicone. The sleeve was opaque, and you got a thrill from watching him move through it, the tip of his cock every so often making its way out of the end.
Sam USFalcon moaned and grunted as he jerked himself. You watched his hips snap, and imagined he was fucking up into you, that it wasn’t a sex toy wrapped around cock, but your pussy, clenching down on him and soaking him with your arousal.
You hadn’t even really registered what you were doing until you realised that your own orgasm was almost upon you, that you had one hand down your shorts and the other up your top.
The idea of watching him knowing who he was, gave you a thrill. Knowing that he was just a few feet down the corridor, working himself…
You cried out as you came, curses falling from your lips as you watched him reach his own peak, the snapping of his hips losing rhythm and that delicious restrained noise falling from his lips.
You were breathing hard as you watched him move off camera, the screen fading to black.
This is wrong.
The voice in your head nagged at you, and you knew you shouldn’t, couldn’t do this again.
You already had inappropriate feelings for your roommate, and there was something so voyeuristic about watching him like this that it made you feel like a Peeping Tom. Before you could change your mind, you reached out and pressed the unsubscribe button. You slid off your bed and into the bathroom, feeling so down, despite the post orgasm endorphins.
You washed your hands and splashed cold water onto your face and walked back through to your room. You’d barely sat back down on the bed before there was a loud thumping on your door.
“Squishy, open up. I gotta talk to you.”
Your heart plummeted.
“Go away, Sam, I’m not feeling good. Just wanna be left alone.”
“Open the goddamn door, MarshmallowSquishy99.”
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
So he did know. Time to face the music. You crossed the room, drew in a deep breath and straightened shoulders, before opening the door. Sam stood there, wearing a mid-thigh length red silk robe, haphazardly tied at the front. His eyes pinned you like a butterfly to a board.
“You really thought I wouldn’t recognise your username?”
“I didn’t know it was you when I first signed up. I saw a video when I was out with the girls drunk and signing up was a hungover, bad decision.”
He took a small step forward, making you instinctively step back further into your room.
“Such a bad idea that you watched my live stream on Monday and tipped me, twice.”
“It was only at the end I worked out it was you.”
He stepped closer again and raised an eyebrow, questioningly.
“You… you knocked your camera at the end, part of your mug, the one I bought you, ended up in frame for a split second.”
“And you noticed that? But you didn’t unsubscribe then did you? No, you decided to act odd all week, watch me when you thought I wasn’t looking, then watch this latest stream - which I did for you, by the way - and then unsubscribe. A little rude, don’t you think?”
“Rude? Now hang on a minute, I… what do you mean for me?”
The sound of the door closing made you realise that he’d backed you fully into your room. Your legs bumped into your bed, and you sat down on it, with a squeak.
“Well, baby, you inspired last week’s video, and when you signed up on Sunday night I couldn’t believe it. You made me want to get the one on Monday just right.”
He leant over you, hands on the mattress, each side of your hips, caging you in and making you lean back.
“The two tips made me think that you really liked it. So I decided that I would do tonight’s stream just for you, pick something you liked, then what do you do? Unsubscribe on me. Makes me feel a little unwanted, to tell you the truth.”
“It’s not like that, Sam. I meant to unsubscribe as soon as I realised it was you, and then I thought that was silly and… I didn’t mean to watch tonight, but it started and… “
He lifted a finger and dragged it down the side of your face, and you shivered under his touch.
“So you liked what you saw then? I’m glad. I like you, Squishy, and I’m hoping that, maybe, you like me too. We have fun together, and now you’ve seen me naked and kept watching, so it can’t be all bad.”
His voice was soft and low and thick with lust.
“Tell me, did you like what you saw? Did it turn you on? I imagined it was you with me so many times, and fuck, when I realised you were watching…”
His face was so close to yours, his voice hypnotic. Your eyes fluttered closed and your breath was ragged in your throat. His hand was resting on your shoulder, thumb stroking your neck.
“Come on, sweetheart, tell the truth now…”
Your voice came out, barely louder than a whisper.
“Yes..”
“That’s not a proper answer.”
“I liked it. Okay?”
“Did you touch yourself? Did you cum, watching me?”
His hand trailed down, off your shoulder, across your collarbone and down towards your breast.
Your back arched, pressing yourself up into his hand, and a whine escaped you. He pressed forwards, forcing you to lie down on the bed, his body covering yours. Your hands came up, fisting into the red silk.
“Sam…”
“Yes, Squish?”
“Shut the fuck up and just kiss me, please.”
“Whatever you want…”
His lips were soft on yours, so warm and gentle and right. Your hands slid under the silk, and ran over his skin, letting yourself explore everywhere you could reach.
His tongue begged entry to your mouth, and you granted it, sucking on the intruding muscle and scraping your teeth along it, enjoying the hiss he let out. You came out of your lust-addled stupor then, your desire turning passionate and primal.
Your hands fought briefly with the knot holding his robe closed before you pushed it over his shoulders, fully baring his body to you. You shimmied out of your shorts, and his hands pulled your top over your head. There were no words, just sounds of pleasure as you explored each other with mouths and lips and fingers.
You playfully tussled for dominance with him as you tried to kiss down his body towards his cock.
“I swear to god, Sam, I will end this here and now if you don’t let me do this…”
He laughed, taking hold of your hips and turning you around, before lifting you, settling your core over his face and diving right in. His cock twitched in front of your face, a rivulet of pre-cum running down it, as he took his first taste of you. It danced again as he heard you moan and felt you grind down on his face.
It took you a moment, but then you had his cock in hand and were licking the salty drop off the side of it. His moan vibrated into your pussy as you took him in your mouth, hot and silky and hard.
Sam deployed every trick, using his tongue and fingers on your sopping pussy until you had to abandon your own task, just letting his cock lie heavy in your mouth and muffling your cries as you came.
He gave you no respite, flipping you onto your back on the mattress and turning himself to align with you, lips pressed to yours, your fingers entwined as your hands lay up by your head.
“You need me to get a condom, Squish?”
His cock pressed up against your stomach, wet from saliva and pre-cum.
“No, please, Sam. ‘M on the pill, ‘n trust you.”
One of his hands left yours for a moment as he guided himself into you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and his hand came back to yours, you foreheads pressed together as he slowly pushed inside you. Your breath stuttered out of your lungs as he filled you, a feeling just as right as that first kiss.
“You’re so perfect, baby. Fuck, feels so much better than I could imagine.”
“It’ll feel even better when you start to move, Wilson.”
“Oh, so this is how it’s gonna be? You gonna be bossy in bed?”
“Hey, I’ve been dreaming about this dicking down for a week. Can you blame me after you’ve been flaunting the goods?”
“Well I’m about to rock your world, baby girl. You’ve seen the moves, now get ready to feel them.” He punctuated his words with a couple of small thrusts of his hips and your muscles clenched down on him.
“Big words, Sammy, little action.”
He shut you up with a deep kiss, and then started to move. You clung onto his shoulders, nails digging into the muscles. Then Sam did something you didn’t expect; he made noises. Not the small grunts and moans from his videos, no, but loud, salacious sounds of pleasure, peppered with curses and praise.
“Fuck, baby, that’s it. Squeezing me so tight. I ain’t ever gonna leave this pussy, I swear.”
His hips snapped up, and you saw stars, the feeling almost overwhelming you. Carefully, he moved your legs, one at a time, up from his waist and onto his shoulders, almost folding you in two as he drove into your weeping hole.
“Oh God, Sam…yes, fuck, yes.”
“Touch yourself. Touch yourself for me; make yourself cum around this dick.”
He changed the angle of his hips, as you slid your hand down between your bodies. His cock grazed over that sensitive spot inside you, and you drew tight circles over your clit, causing your eyes to roll back in your head, your mouth slack, each of his thrusts punching a moan out of you.
Now there was just the sound of skin on skin and the sighs and groans that went with it. Sam kissed at your neck as you clung onto him with one hand, grounding yourself to him as you chased your pleasure.
“Come on baby. Come on; cum for me. Cum for me; fuck.”
“Sam, I… I… oh fuck. Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
You crashed over the precipice, your body shaking under him. In response, Sam moaned into your neck, his hips snapping up a few more times before you felt him twitch inside you, filling you with his cum.
Somehow Sam managed to roll the pair of you so you were lying half on top of him, still joined for a while until your body let him go. He pressed kisses to your forehead and brow, stroking his hand up and down your back, both of you just enjoying the afterglow and being held by the other. Eventually, though, Sam broke the silence.
“Squish…”
“Mmmm.”
“We gotta clean up. I’m actually still a bit oily.”
“Like you oily…”
“Perv. And you gotta go to the bathroom. Whilst I very much like the idea of you leaking me through the night, the reality is never as pleasant. Also, we’re the wrong way round on the bed and it feels weird. Let’s wash up, and then, if it’s okay with you, I’ll come back here, okay?”
You turned yourself in his arms, cupping his cheek and kissing him sweetly.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
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“Why aren’t they answering? We organised to meet them here at 10 and it’s already quarter past.”
“Have you still got your spare key? Open the door. What if there’s a problem?”
Steve huffed at Nat and dragged the key out of his pocket, opening the door to his old apartment.
“Guys, where are you?”
Nat strode through the living room into the quiet apartment. She stopped by Sam’s room, the door uncustomarily ajar and stuck her head in. She turned to Steve, grinning.
“He’s not in there and his equipment is all still out.”
The pair tip-toed down the hall to Steve’s old room, and pressed their ears to the door, making out the sounds of two people sleeping. Steve turned to look at Nat.
“Took them long enough. Do you think she found out or he told her?”
“Well I’m guessing she found out after her big-mouthed co-worker Helen discovered his page.”
“How did she find it?”
Nat smiled at Steve mischievously.
“Oh, you sweet summer child.”
Then she dragged him out of the apartment, shutting the door behind them.
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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
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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?"
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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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buckets-and-trees · 1 year
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Are We Falling
Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Sam Wilson x female!Reader Word Count: 1k
Summary: It wasn’t going to be more than one date, but he’s not like anyone you’ve ever known – suddenly, unexpectedly, and dangerously becoming everything.
Content Warnings: smut with feelings, oral (f receiving), unprotected vaginal intercourse
Additional Notes: Written for @wndalovebot’s Words Written by the Sea challenge. You’ll find the prompt I snagged bolded and italicized in the dialogue. I listened to Taylor Swift’s Snow on the Beach on repeat much of the time I was composing this. You can imagine whatever you want for this reader, but I feel like this reader is over thirty, and she hasn’t been in a million relationships, but she’s also hit that stride in her life where she’s maybe come to terms with being happy with her life, doesn’t need a man, but somehow she’s crossed paths with Sam, and he just seems to fit into her life little by little over a couple of months, and she doesn’t need him, but she wants him, and that feeling can be terrifying.
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You had one hand clutched to your chest and the other was twisted in the sheets as you desperately tried to catch your breath after shattering from an orgasm, decidedly looking at the ceiling and not at the man between your legs, softly caressing your hip and pressing a kiss to the tender flesh of your inner thigh.
After a moment, he began to move up your body, slowly planting more heated kisses, charting your skin methodically with his lips and fingers as he made his way upward, in no rush. One of his hands moved beneath your back, sliding up your spine, and you arched up as his fingers sought the clasp of your bra. Deftly, he managed the hooks with just the one hand, and then pulled the satin garment from your body, tossing it away, completely naked for him at last.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, his hand moving to caress one of your breasts and his lips kissing along the swell of the other breast before moving to your nipple, sucking gently, and drawing a moan from you. He grinned, but he wasn’t done with his exploratory path upwards.
The kisses he left on the center of your chest were pure and soft in a way that made your heart ache, but you couldn’t think long on that, because then when his lips moved to your neck, the heat was back.
“Still with me?”
“Mhmm,” you hummed.
“Good.”
He seemed already to know too well how to pull you apart piece by piece, continuing to do some expert work along the column of your throat and across your collar bone, and then back up.
But too soon he pulled those lips away from your skin, and you were about to pout, but he planted his forearm beside your head and leaned up over you, and the way he looked into your eyes made you forget how to breathe for a moment, his brown eyes seeping into your soul.
Finally, it was too much, your breath hitched, and you looked away as a short laugh escaped from your chest.
“What's the matter, love? You get nervous when I look at you like this?”
You had been nothing but nerves around him tonight. But did he call everyone love? His other hand came up to cup your cheek, urging you to look back at him again.
He murmured your name sweetly, another entreaty to answer him.
Your body was naked beneath him, why not just bare your soul, too?
“Yes, Sam, I’m more nervous than I’ve probably ever been in my life,” you said in a rush.
“I’m sorry, this was too fast,” he responded, rolling over to the side.
“No, no, it’s not – it’s just –“
You paused and took a deep breath, turning to face him.
“When we went on our first date, I didn’t really care, I had no expectations, I figured I’d just go out with this guy who was Captain America, and it’d be an interesting anecdote I could file away, but then it went really well,” you started.
“I thought so, too,” he agreed.
You pressed your fingers gently to his lips. You knew he could talk, he was so good at it that it was one of the things that had you wrapped up in this relationship more than any other man before him, but you needed to get your thoughts out without interruption.
“And then we started really talking, and sure it sucked that because you were out saving the world a lot our schedules didn’t line up to physically spend the time together, but maybe we got to know each other even better over all those weeks because of that. But what really made it the worst, and I really tried not to, but I still put ridiculously high stakes on this second date of ours. I was hoping I had built you up too high in my memory, and then every part of tonight just got better and better, and somehow it doesn’t feel like it’s too fast even though it might be, but I’m so nervous only because I can’t stand the thought of this not continuing. I more than like you, Sam, I–“
“No!” he interrupted. He covered your hand with his and pressed a kiss into your palm, then pulled your hands down to rest on his chest. “I’m right there with you, and I’m staying. Two dates is fast, but like you’ve already said, we’re so far past that – at least I know I am. My heart wants you and no one else.”
“Sam,” you gasped.
“If I’ve learned anything from this weird life I live, it’s not to waste a moment. I love you, and I’m saying it first so you don’t question that I mean it, and I want you to get used to me looking at you like this,” he said.
Your heart was racing, and you couldn’t help the smile that burst across your face. “I love you, too.”
“There will probably never be anything normal or conventional about being Captain America’s girlfriend, but as Sam, know that I’m yours.”
You leaned forward to capture his lips in a kiss, winding one arm around his neck to move flush against him. His hand splayed across your back, moving slowly up and down.
When you were out of breath, you broke off the kiss, and rested your forehead against his. “I don’t need normal or conventional as long as it’s real.”
“Never doubt it, love. You wanting me as much as I’m wanting you feels impossible, but it’s real.”
He rolled you both so he was hovering over you again.
“You have me,” you breathed against his lips. “So take me.”
He reached between the two of you, lining up his cock with your entrance, and slid into your heat, just like he’d slid into every bit of your soul. It was exquisite, and beyond the physical, you knew this moment was everything, and you were ready to fall and never let him go.
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fangirlovestuff · 2 years
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Dog Days - Sam Wilson x reader
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a/n - hey lovely people!! here’s the first piece of the doggy-tails series, and i couldn’t be happier this one is with the husbandest man on earth, sam wilson. enjoy<3
summary: walking your dog has its cons - you gotta get up early on sundays, for example - and its pros - the hot dad who sometime walks his dog with his two kids. 
word count: 2.1k
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Walking Max at night was never that fun. Sure, it did allow you the opportunity to gaze up at the moon and take a deep breath every night, but walking in the quiet, dimly lit street, entering the seemingly abandoned dog park – these were a little less pleasant. Sometimes, the moon above gave things a threatening aura, not a calming one.
Like now. It was a little past 8 pm, and the cold February air made you shiver in your coat, hoping it wouldn't start raining. Max ran around happily unaware you were on edge, until he suddenly stopped, his head whipping in the direction of the entry to the park.
You froze for a second, trying to figure out what he was hearing, but soon enough you relaxed, hearing what sounded like a child. And a couple of moments later, indeed, a man and two pajama-clad children accompanied by a large dog, entered your line of sight.~
"Sam," you heard one of the children say, "have you ever been to the moon?"
"Not yet," the man chuckled. His voice was hushed, not breaking the silence of the night around you. "Why do you ask?"
"I want to go to the moon," the kid said. "You think I could?"
"There's a job for people who go to the moon," the man answered, "it's called an astronaut." He pronounced the word slowly, patiently waiting for the kid to repeat it. "Exactly. So I think, when you're older, you'll be an astronaut."
You couldn’t keep your eyes to yourself any longer, sneaking a peek at the trio. Sure enough, there were two children, the seemingly older one quiet while the small one asked the questions. Their dog seemed nice, calm, its tongue flailing out a little. No wonder it was unleashed. As it came closer to Max, they started sniffing each other. You'd barely caught another glimpse at the man, who was quite tall and broad, before Max started tugging on his leash trying to follow the other dog as it trotted peacefully back to their owner, having scouted the scene.
"Max," you called out exasperatedly, pulling him back.
"It's alright," the man spoke, and you finally had the chance to non-creepily take him in properly. There was an amused smile on his face, his eyes soft in the moonlight, and just like that, the moonlight wasn't intimidating anymore.
"Can I pet him?" the seemingly older kid asked, getting closer. Max looked up at him, tail wagging at record speed, vibrating with excitement.
"Well, he won't bite," you joked, sending a look to the handsome man, who was probably their father, to reassure him, "but sometimes he does get a little scared."
The kid got a little closer, holding his hand out to Max, who started sniffing it curiously, probably smelling their dog on it. Their dog was currently making its way back over to you, mouth stretched in the dog equivalent of a smile. You extended your hand to pet it, quickly looking over at the father, who tried to get the younger child to pet your dog as well.
"C'mon AJ, look, he's so little! And he likes Vinny," the man chuckled as Max's interest shifted from the older child to the dog, Vinny apparently. Max started jumping up at the larger dog, who paid him no mind, clearly pleased at the pets it got from you.
"Is his name Vinny?" you asked with a smile.
"Well, officially her name is Venus," the man chuckled.
"Oh," you nodded, "she's adorable," you added, laughing slightly as Max tried to… mount Venus, who was much too tall, and even when he stood on his hind legs, he was barely her height. "C'mon Max," you tugged him back slightly, "relax."
"We named her after the star," the younger child told you, clearly in a fit of bravery, taking a step away from his father toward you.
"It's a beautiful name for a beautiful dog," you smiled at him. "Max just sounded like a good name to me at first, but as it turns out it's quite accurate since he's always got maximum energies."
"He likes to play?"
"Oh, he loves to play."
"Can we play with him now?" AJ asked, eyes wide with excitement.
"C'mon," his father urged, "he must be going home to sleep soon, and so should you, you got school tomorrow. Maybe we'll see him another time," he added with a smile aimed at you.
While the two children and the dog made the man a lot more disarming than if he'd been there alone, you got the sense that even if you would've run into him completely alone, you would've still felt safe. Something about him radiated warmth, even in the cold moonlight.
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Sunday morning walks were… an adventure to be sure. Before you got Max, you'd catch up on sleep from all your late nights during the week and spend a lazy day inside.
Not now. Now, here you were, at 8 am sharp, outside in the dog park. You had to admit, having Max has helped fix your sleep schedule a little. And the sun was shining in surprising warmth for March. And it couldn't hurt to get some fresh air before starting the day.
And all that for this little bastard, you thought affectionately as you watched Max run around with glee, tongue lolling out.
You'd seen them coming this time; the man, the two kids, and their dog. You quickly called Max over to you, so he wouldn't think about escaping from the open gate. Again, they seemed to be caught up in conversation, letting Vinny trot over towards you and Max, who immediately started jumping up at her.
She paid him no mind, looking up at you with wide eyes, and you instantly caved and started petting her. "Hello there Vinny," you cooed as you scratched under her chin, behind her ear.
"Sam," you heard the older child ask excitedly, "can we play with the dog?"
"I don't know, ask the lady," the man smiled.
The kid came up closer to you, "Ma'am," he started shyly.
"Well, no need to call me that!" you laughed, telling him your name, which he then repeated with a hesitant smile.
"My name's Cass," he said, and extended his hand, which you shook, resisting the grin the gesture provoked. "Can we play with your dog Max?"
"I think he'd love it," you smiled, before whistling at Max, who had already made his way to jump at the man and the other kid. "Max!" you called him over, "look what I have!"
You took out his ball from your pocket, waving it in the air. In seconds, Max was right there, pawing at your legs so you'd give him the ball. Instead, you gave it to Cass, who mimicked you and waved it in front of Max for a moment, making the pup jump at him now. Cass giggled before throwing the ball as far as he could, watching as Max ran after it.
As they continued, you smiled fondly before making your way to sit on the bench. Apparently the younger kid, AJ if you remembered correctly, wanted to play as well, and they ran around with Max and Vinny. You frowned, going to look around for their dad, nearly jumping when you realized he came to sit down next to you.
"Thanks for letting them run around with him. They love Vinny, but she's got nowhere near their amount of energy."
"Well, it's my pleasure. Max could use some playmates as well. Dog's got an insane amount of energy, certainly doesn't get it from me," you joked, and you and Sam chuckled.
"I'm Sam, by the way," he said, extending his hand in a gesture much more mature than his kid's one. You told him your name, shaking his hand, welcoming the pleasant warmth it provided as it encased yours.
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You'd seen them a couple of times since, just around the neighborhood.
Sometimes it'd be just Sam, understandably the kids wouldn't come with him every time. you'd exchange a nod, small smiles, and be on your way.
Despite your only interactions being brief ones, there was something about Sam you just couldn't shake. The way he interacted with the kids, his easy smile, the trust he had for his dog, who was just the gentlest little thing, despite being three times Max's size. He just exuded this sense of kindness, a goodness that radiated whenever you saw him, no matter how early it was in the morning or how long the day's been.
Of course, you never let your… admiration of Sam grow into anything more. I mean, the man had kids for fuck's sake, and even though you never saw anyone with Vinny besides him and the kids, there's gotta be a wife as well. Best to just stay neighborly.
Winter turned to spring, which, before you knew it, turned to summer.
"Sam," you heard AJ's voice and smiled, "is school very hard?"
"Not if you listen and do your homework. If you put in a little effort, it's not that hard at all. And you'll make a lot of new friends," Sam reassured just as they came into your line of sight; Sam carrying AJ on his shoulders as they chatted while Cass held onto Vinny's leash.
"Yeah AJ," Cass said solemnly, "first grade is really easy and fun. But fourth grade must be way harder."
"Well, when you get older you get smarter too. I'm sure you'll ace fourth grade just like you did third, buddy," Sam ruffled the kid's hair before noticing you and smiling, telling Cass to unleash Vinny as he got AJ down from his shoulders.
You waved at the kids in greeting and leaned down to unleash Max. They greeted you back excitedly, and from the corner of your eyes, you saw Sam sit down on the bench.
"You kids having a fun holiday so far?" you asked.
"Yeah! Mom let us stay with uncle Sam for a whole week!" Cass told you excitedly.
And oh. Oh.
Sam wasn't their father; he was their uncle. Which explained perfectly why they called him by his name. This, of course, didn't change anything.
You left them to play with the dogs and sat down next to Sam on the bench, exchanging the usual small talk as you watched them run around.  
You didn't have a crush on Sam. You didn’t. the fact he probably didn't have kids doesn't mean he's single anyway.
This was what you were repeating to yourself in your head to prevent yourself from doing something really, truly stupid. Like asking him if he has a girlfriend, which is certainly not a small-talk question.
"So, AJ's going to first grade next year?"
"Yeah," Sam gazed wistfully at the kids, "can't believe they're both so big already. Sarah- their mom, my sister, she's always nagging me about how she's raised two kids while I've managed to remain spectacularly single," he chuckled.
Well, would you look at that. You spoke faster than you could think about another excuse to rein in the stupid.
"Hey, I get you completely. If I get another comment from my mom about settling down…" you laughed. "I mean, she's coming from a good place, I know that. But she can't complain, if she wants grandchildren, Max is a baby enough."
"I bet," Sam laughed.
"Yeah, he's a little handful," you smiled affectionately, watching him run freely before turning your gaze back to Sam, who was already looking at you with a smile.
"So you're happy being single?"
Yep, you've abandoned small talk completely at this point. But it was okay.
"I mean, I'm happy, but I would like to date someone. But they need to be serious about it, y'know? Had enough of flings."
"Well, I know this lawyer I could set you up wi-" Sam smiled when you started laughing. "What? Lawyers are serious people!"
"I wouldn't wanna date someone that serious or… stuffy," you giggled.
"Wow, you've got a lot of expectations," Sam shook his head with a smile. "I was thinking of asking for your number but now I think I don't stand a chance."
Ohmygodthisishappening. Say something quick-
"I mean, if you regret it, I have it on pretty good authority you stand a chance. A great chance, even."
"Well in that case," he took his phone out of his pocket, extending it to you, "mind giving me your number so I can take you to coffee sometime?"
You took it with a smile he returned as your fingers brushed against his.
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Oh my loveliest nonny writer. I'm in great need of some protective Sam vibes, with a sick or hurt reader who hides it to not make a fuss, she's afraid the others think she's too weak to be in the team, cause she's new. But Sam noticing her being hurt or sick and goes all in full blown protective mode. And takes cares of her 🥹😪 and makes sure that she can trust him. 💔
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Pairing - Sam Wilson x Reader Sam Wilson Masterlist | Anon's 1K Celebration
i'll take care of you.
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Sam Wilson is the epitome of caretaker. He is Caretaker with a capital C. He notices something off with you the moment he walks into the conference room, far before anyone else does.
Your head is tipped into your hand, eyes slightly glassy, flushed pallor.
"You look like hell."
You barely move - another sign that you're not feeling good. Your eyes dart over to him as he stands over you, "Thanks."
"Go get some rest. I'll catch you up on anything you miss," Sam offers, concern painting his face.
You wave him off, or at least, you try to wave him off, "I'm fine. It's just allergies."
He presses a hand to your forehead, his lips pursing in distaste, "Allergies don't give you a fever. Go back to bed. I'll check on you when the meeting's over."
You softly grunt in objection, "No."
You know you're being stubborn, but the whole reason you dragged yourself out of bed this morning was to prove a point. You wanted to prove you could handle whatever this team threw at you - even if that was just a little virus.
The point was getting a little murky with the fever, but it was a point nonetheless. You shake your head, making yourself a little dizzy.
"Listen, you're not helping anyone by being here like this. Help us by helping yourself," Sam softly explains like he can see exactly what's going on without you even having to tell him. "And if anyone gives you shit for it, I'll kick their ass. Promise."
"Sam..." you grumble.
"Go or I'll carry you out of here."
Your glare is softened by how miserable you look. "You're really bossy, you know?"
It doesn't stop there. Not with Sam Wilson as your Caretaker.
He was right, even if you don't want to admit it. Because after he sent you away, the second your head hits the pillow, you're out like a light. You're not sure how long you've slept until you're suddenly awoken by Sam's presence.
"Knock, knock," Sam announces himself, entering your room armed with the sick survival kits of sick survival kits.
You sleepily groan, "Aren't you supposed to do that before you walk into a room? How did you even get in here?
"The door," Sam cheekily replies.
"It was locked."
"I may or may not have a key."
"We'll talk about this when I can see straight."
Sam crouches down to the edge of your bed. He presses a hand to your forehead again. "You're still burning up. You might have the flu."
You halfheartedly push him away. "The flu is contagious, Sam. Go away."
"Just let me take care of you."
"You don't have to."
"I want to." He tenderly strokes the hair out of your face. "This would be a lot more romantic if you weren't all sweaty."
"I hate you."
"And in spite of how mean you're being, I brought you a few things." He reaches for his bag, unpacking item by item. "Tissues. Cooling rags. Plenty of fluids, Gatorade, ginger ale, and some tea. But most importantly, my mom's world famous chicken soup. Perfect for when you're feeling sick."
"You take such good care of me," you hum, reaching out and gently stroking his cheek. "My favorite nurse."
"I think you're delirious," Sam chuckles. His heart fluttering at your sweet caress. He reaches over you, pulling your thick cover over you, tucking you in. He presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, "I'll always take care of you."
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ghostofskywalker · 2 years
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Where Love Blooms
Sam Wilson/Fem!Reader
Words: 2,362
Summary: You’ve started secretly using your powers to help the Avengers’ little garden flourish, but what happens when you get sick? 
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Sam was the only other person in the kitchen when you walked in, and you smiled shyly at him as you made your way to the coffee machine. “Morning Y/N,” he said brightly. “Got any big plans for the day?”
You shook your head in response. “Not really. Tony wants me to help him make the flower beds at the front of compound look nicer, but that won’t take too long.”
Sam laughed. “That’s the problem of having flower powers I guess,” he said. “Everyone wants you to do their landscaping.”
“Well it doesn't work exactly like that, but yeah,” you responded. “But I don’t mind, it’s nice to make pretty things with my magic.”
You chatted with him for a few moments while you waited for your cup of coffee to finish brewing, but he had to step away after being called for a meeting. Sam was always your favorite of your teammates, as he was the first to warm up to you and consistently was one of the few people (other than Wanda) who made an effort to include you in team activities like movie night or game day (when you got to sit to the side and watch Clint, Steve, Sam, Bucky and Tony all get way too competitive over monopoly). It didn’t help that you had a huge crush on him as well, something that you didn’t think anyone else was aware of yet (and you wanted to keep to yourself).
It wasn’t that you thought everyone was afraid of you, but after being found just over a year ago in a HYDRA base surrounded by people experimenting on you because of your powers, you weren’t exactly the most extroverted person in the world. Bucky was probably the one who most understood your struggles, but the fact that he had Steve, someone that he was familiar with before his life as the fist of HYDRA, helped him to adjust fairly quickly, whereas you had no one. Your powers didn’t even seem that useful compared to others on the team, because what good was being able to conjure up plants and flowers at will or bring wilted plants back to their strongest state when you were joined by people with superhuman strength, expert marksmen, or people who could fly? And there was still so much you didn’t know about your own power that really all you could do was reliably keep vegetation alive and bring no-hope houseplants back from the dead.
You were just finishing your breakfast when Tony stepped into the kitchen. “Ah, just who I was looking for!” he said as he poured himself some coffee. “You all ready to head outside and look at the flowerbeds? The Avengers are many things, but none of us are gardeners, so it’s looking a little sickly.”
You laughed. “Yeah, let me just put my plate away and then we can go look. And I’m sure it’s not as bad as you were saying.”
Tony started to laugh at your response, but stopped himself. “I think it is. Although Cap, Barton, and Barnes are good teammates, I think they’re behind the fact that every single plant we seem to acquire dies within three months.”
“Why are they doing the gardening then?” you asked.
“Beats me. I asked Capsicle if he wanted me to get your help with this, but he insisted that he was fine. Now I’m just tired of looking at those poor plants and imagining them screaming for help, so here I am. If he asks, I’ll just say I forgot to tell you which flower beds not to touch.”
You chuckled as you walked with Tony out to the gardens of the compound. The flower beds at the front were fairly easy, as they just needed a little bit of water, but the garden in the back (which was apparently being tended to by Clint, Steve, and Bucky) was really just a small patch of dirt with some pitiful looking plants. After surveying the area, you turned to Tony. “Do you have any idea what they’re trying to grow? It would help if I knew what was going wrong.”
He shrugged. “I have no clue, sorry.”
You sat down on the ground next to the garden and gently laid your hand over the soil. One of the two plots was bone dry, and the other one looked like it was more water than dirt. After using your magic to dry out one plot and water the other, you turned your attention to the biggest problem: the fact that the garden was placed just next to the building, and wasn’t getting as much sunlight as you suspected these plants needed. That was thankfully something you could fix, and you rested your hands on the soil of both plots and thought about strengthening what was growing. Immediately, there was a noticeable difference. Sprouts that you thought were just greenery started to bloom, and soon there was a small array of colorful flowers spread out in the two plots.
“Holy shit,” Tony said as he watched a small sunflower bloom from what had looked like a sad patch of weeds. “You fixed it.”
“Well, not exactly,” you said. “As long as I pay a little attention to it every few days, they’ll be fine. But unfortunately whoever picked this area didn’t realize that it doesn’t get the best sunlight, so that’s part of the reason they were having trouble.”
“Can you do that without telling the clown car that you’re using your magic?” Tony asked. “Steve was a little insistent that he didn’t want any help, but you saw how dire the situation was.”
You laughed. “Yeah, I can keep it on the down low, don’t worry.”
After that day, you kept your word to Tony. Steve, Bucky, and Clint were over the moon about the success of their little garden, and you just sat by and waited until they were at meetings to make sure the plants weren’t being over watered or under watered. It seemed like Natasha suspected something might have been up, but she never said anything about it. Sometimes it felt like Sam might know the truth about the garden too, because he seemed to seek you out more often in the following weeks, but you couldn’t be sure, so you chalked it up to nerves and your crush on him.
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After nearly two months, everything was going along beautifully, until one day out of nowhere all the flowers on the little plots started to wither and wilt, and Steve, Bucky, and Clint had no idea why. Sam walked by the three of them and stopped to see what they were staring at. He was used to seeing their little garden bright and full of life, but now it looked like something was wrong, with many of the flowers wilted and leaves turning slightly brown. “What do you think happened?” he asked Steve. “Did we forget to water them?”
Steve shook his head. “I don’t think so, I just watered them yesterday morning, and the weather isn’t even that extreme, so I have no idea what might be causing them to look like this.”
At that moment Tony happened to walk by, and he joined the conversation. “Do you think Y/N might be sick or something?” he asked. “And that she’s affecting all the plants in the general vicinity?”
“I don’t know if she’s sick, but I don’t think she’s the one affecting the plants here,” Clint said. “Because all the trees around here are fine, and so is all the grass on the lawn.”
“Yeah, but Y/N never invested any of her magic in the nearby trees or grass.”
Steve stopped, turning towards Tony as he caught onto the implication. “I thought I told you not to ask for her help,” he said. “Is that why everything has been growing recently?”
Tony nodded slowly, and Sam had to stifle a laugh. He had watched Steve, Bucky, and Clint “take care” of this garden, and honestly it was a surprise the plants even lived at all. He had even brought up the idea that you may have had something to do with the success of the flowers (because no plant could ever stand watering habits that terrible, no matter how resilient they were), but Steve always denied it. He thought it was nice, the way you had been helping them in secret, and the way that you obviously cared about these plants even though you didn’t have to. “I think I’m going to go check on Y/N,” Sam said, and the other men nodded. “And even if she isn’t sick, maybe she could help figure out what’s wrong with your garden.”
He went directly to your room, and knocked gently on the door. “Who is it?” you asked, and he could immediately tell from your voice that you weren’t feeling your best.
“It’s Sam,” he said tentatively.
“Come in,” you said, and FRIDAY unlocked the door for Sam. Your room was almost completely dark, except for a single lamp on your bedside table, but even that was on the dimmest setting. Sam couldn’t see you, but there was a lump on your bed, a cocoon of covers that housed your body. He could hear you sniffling as he walked in, and the mountain of tissues that was slowly growing in the garbage can was hard to miss.
“I just wanted to check on you, but I think we’re past me asking if you’re okay,” he said quietly. “Do you want me to get you anything?”
Your head popped out from under the covers, and you definitely looked unwell. Sam’s heart broke for you, because he never wanted to see you unhappy. “How about a cold bottle of water?” you asked quietly, your voice slightly scratchy.
After he returned to your bedroom with a bottle of water for you, he found that you had pulled yourself into a sitting position. “Here,” he said, and you took a long drink.
“Thank you,” you responded. “How did you know I was here?”
“Tony thought you might be sick,” he said. “All the plants you’ve tended to recently are drooping and withered, so we thought it might be a side effect of your magic.”
“Oh no,” you said, and you moved to get up, but Sam held out his hands to stop you. You managed to pull yourself up to a sitting position, but you didn’t get out of bed. “Then I guess Steve knows I’ve been helping him with his little garden, right?”
Sam laughed. “Yes, but I don’t think he’s too mad about it. He really should have realized that he wasn’t doing anything right.”
For the first time today, your face cracked into a smile. “I should go fix them though.”
“No, you need to take care of yourself first,” he said. “We can always buy Steve some new flowers, but you’re irreplaceable.”
“I don’t know-”
“Y/N, stop,” Sam cut you off, and your eyes widened slightly. “You see yourself as less than the rest of us, but that’s not true. We may not know the full extent of your powers yet, but we like being around you, and it would break my- our hearts to see you overexert yourself because you think that a few flowers are more important than your health.” He was hoping that you didn’t catch his little slip up, because this really didn’t seem like the best time to ask you out (something he’d been trying to pluck up the courage to do).
“Thank you Sam,” you said quietly. “And for the record, I like being around you too. I like everyone, but I think it would break my heart too if I stopped seeing you.”
So obviously you had caught his slip up. “I like you,” he said, immediately cursing himself for not choosing something a little more eloquent.
“I like you too.” Your smile was beautiful, and Sam decided that he never wanted to see it go away.
“No, I like you more than just as a teammate,” he said. “And it broke my heart to see you sick like this. You don’t need to lie to me if you don’t feel the same way, but-”
“I mean it like that too,” you blurted out, and Sam’s heart felt like it had just jumped from his chest. “I was always too afraid to say it, and it is a little embarrassing to be admitting this while i’m too sick to leave my room, but I didn’t want you to think I didn’t care about you.”
“I’m so sorry-”
“No, it’s okay. Please don’t beat yourself up over it.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed, and reached out to gently take your hand. “When you’re feeling better, I’d really like to take you out on a date, if that’s okay with you.”
Your smile grew even bigger. “I’d really like that.”
Sam was completely ready to lean in and kiss you (even if it meant catching whatever sickness you had), but at that moment FRIDAY had something to say to him. “Mr. Wilson, Mr. Stark would like to remind you that you’re five minutes late for a meeting as of right now.”
Sam sighed, but you only laughed. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll be down there in a minute. I’m so sorry about that.” The last sentence was directed towards you, spoken more quietly than his words to the AI.
“Don’t worry about it,” you said. “How about you come back in a little while? Even if I can’t go out just yet, we can still eat dinner together.”
He smiled at your suggestion. “I’d like that.”
But FRIDAY was not done interrupting just yet. “Mr. Wilson!”
“Oh tell Tony I’m on my way already!!”
He bid you goodbye and gently closed the door behind him before heading down to the meeting room, where he would definitely be complaining about the way he was interrupted, if he could manage to keep the smile off his face for a few minutes that is.
- the end -
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idy-ll-ique · 2 years
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backfired
pairing: sam wilson x f!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: suggestive language towards the end but no actual smut
requested: nope
summary: give me their names, i'm about to beat every single one of them up and you cannot stop me.
author's note: hiya peeps! missed writing about anthony 'make daddy a sandwich' mackie so here y'all go. enjoy!
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"a gallon of—"
"hi there!"
sam whirled around to see a young woman standing there, smiling at him
"hello," he replied politely, giving her a small smile in return
"i can't believe i'm talking to captain america!"
sam glanced at the aisle behind him and turned back to the lady
"d-do you want an autograph or something, because—"
she laughed pretentiously and sam had to keep himself from cringing
"no! i just want to talk! are you single?"
of course she does
the way the lady's face dropped was comical
"i, uh," sam stammered, looking down at his phone, "i am not, actually, single, i have a gorgeous gorgeous fiancée—"
"fiancée? i never knew you were engaged..."
"no one does," he rolled his eyes, "'cause i proposed to my gorgeous gorgeous girlfriend just a few days ago. now if you will excuse me, i have some milk to buy."
he didn't want to be so rude, but she left him no choice
quickly grabbing the carton of milk he pushed his trolley ahead, running towards the cashier
after paying for everything, he bagged the groceries and rushed out of the store, panting
"it's usually rogers and barnes who get hit on," he muttered to himself, "for good reason, but damn..."
as if right on cue, his phone rang and he looked down to see bucky's name
"hey barnes."
"hey wilson. you free tonight? whatcha doing?"
"not free, i promised y/n i'll help her make dinner."
"damn," bucky sighed on the other end
"man, you'll never guess what happened with me right now!"
sam ended up telling him everything, and bucky laughed
it was just that usually, y/n was with him at all times
it wasn't like sam never got hit on; he was a wonderful man, who wouldn't try to get his number?
they'd been going out for several years
and sam was huge on pda
"are you serious? she didn't see the ring or anything?!"
"she might've chosen to ignore it," sam sighed, "anyway, i'll see you later."
y/n looked up when the doorbell rang
sam ended the call and got into his car, keeping the groceries in the backseat
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"hi honey, welcome back," she smiled as sam walked in, immediately wrapping his arm around her before leaning in to give her a sweet kiss
"hi baby, i brought everything you asked for."
he handed the bag to her, following her into the kitchen
but as he sat on the kitchen island watching her unpack, he smirked to himself
"do you know what happened when i went out right now?"
she glanced at him, smiling
"what happened?"
"this woman was flirting with me, like she asked for my number and shit..."
y/n froze for a moment but recovered fast, a smirk blooming on her face
"how nice, was she pretty?"
sam was about to reply when he realised what she'd just said
"did— wait, what?"
"i asked, was the woman pretty?"
"you don't care that someone flirted with me?! y/n, baby, i said flirted."
she laughed
"i heard you the first time, sam!"
"then why aren't you jealous or something?! i thought you'd be jealous, that would have been so cute! i would convince you that you're the only one for me, i'll hold you at night to show my undying love—"
"you can do that without me being jealous, you know."
"i know, but it's so much more fun that way... why aren't you jealous?"
"one woman flirted with you, sam," she spoke, finally turning her whole attention to him
"what's that supposed to mean?"
she rubbed the back of her neck, shrugging
sam kept staring at her, jaw dropped in shock, his eyes wide
"i always have a bunch of guys hit on me when i go out, but you don't see me trying to make you jealous, do you?"
"a— a bunch, every time?"
"yeah. it's not a big deal, i never flirt back because i have you. you will always come out on top for me, baby."
walking around the kitchen island, she quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek
but sam was paralyzed
a whole bunch
every single time she left the house
it was like the men had no respect for him
instead of being successful in making her jealous, something started twisting in sam's gut
"h-how long has this been happening?"
"i don't know, like probably since we started going out."
damn it
"i want all their names," he breathed out, "every single person who's ever made a move on you, i'm going to kick their ass and you cannot stop me—"
years
"sam!" y/n laughed as the man ran his hands over his head in frustration
"baby, you can't keep these things from me!" he whined
"i'm so sorry, honey, but i didn't think it would mean so much to you..."
y/n frowned a little and he turned his seat to face her
"it does! you're mine! don't people know that?! we've been going out for years! how do they not know yet?! i just— fucking damn it, y/n!"
without a word, she sat on his lap and held his face in her hands, a soft smile on her face
"sam, listen to me. i love you. you know i do. i've loved you for so many years, hell, we're about to get married! don't be so bothered, baby, i don't like seeing you like this. you know those people that hit on me don't mean shit to me. you mean the world. now don't be pouty, hm?"
sam sighed, finally letting go of his anger
"i love you too, y/n, i love you so much," he smiled, bringing her in for a kiss
but as they sat there making out, y/n felt sam hardening under her
smirking, she gently rolled her hips over his and he groaned, pulling her closer
"fuck, baby, how about a quick snack before dinner?"
they had dinner a little late that day
"of course, daddy."
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all for a good cause, though ;)
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