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samwilsonsbabymama · 2 years
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But hear me out 18+
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This is a man that will fuck you anywhere. He'd loft you up like you weighed nothing and fuck you within an inch of your life. You could be washing dishes and he'd hug you from behind and place a kiss on your neck and the next thing you know, he's got you bent over the counter as he fucked you hard and deep.
And don't get me started on how often he's fucking you raw. Man's can't get enough. From the first time you let him hit raw, Sam can't control himself.
There's rarely a day when he's home that he's not inside of you. You wake up most mornings to him either already fucking you or him sliding into you. You'dve begged him to cum in you a thousand times already and you'd beg him a thousand times more.
You'll never tire of this man and the way he fills you up.
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awesomerextyphoon · 8 months
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You: Awww!!
Sam: What?
Bucky: She saw a baby.
You: Leave me alone you two!
Bucky: It's just that your eyes light up whenever you see one.
You: I can't help it! I love it when they're eyes light up in wonder! Everyday is a new discovery!
Sam: I get it.
You: I don't know why, but I wanna protect their smiles and wonder. Lord knows I know what it's like to lose them.
Bucky: I know, doll. I know.
You: thanks for the hug, Bucky.
Sam: I need to call Sarah.
You: OOH! Ask her if my Jollof Rice recipe worked out!
Sam: I will. I will. Don't you worry.
You: Hey! The baby's waving at us! Hi baby!
Bucky: The baby's waving because we've been standing here for five minutes.
You: So!
Bucky: So, the parents are looking worried.
You: Shit! We gotta go! Don't look Bucky!
Bucky: Aww! The baby laughing.
You: Really! Aww-Damnit! The mom's giving us a look.
Concerned Mother: What lovely couple. A bit strange, though.
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bvbygrl-writes · 4 months
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What Do I Know?
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Pairing: Rich!Dilf!Sam Wilson x Black!College Student!Reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Summary: Your best friend ain’t tell ya her dad was a daddy.
A/N: This is a repost from my old blog since I haven't been able to write anything with how exhausting work is jtgktr enjoy! ♥
Warnings: Age gap, fingering, pussy eating, overstim, fucking
THIS FIC IS 18+!!! MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITH NO WARNING BUT THIS ONE. I CHECK EVERY ACCOUNT DO NOT PLAY WITH ME.
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to come home with you? This isn’t some small break like spring or that lil rinky dink one they give us in February.” (Y/n) asked, zipping the sides of her suitcase together. The long awaited summer break had come and after tiring, long hours of college classes all (Y/N) and Miyaki wanted to do was head home.
Well that was the original plot however it had clearly been lost. One phone call home and all of a sudden her mom and dad had magically ‘forgot’ to inform her that they had planned a trip for the two of them and the addition of her other three siblings (who somehow had been informed and never got left out..) to Europe. Although the girl was originally mad - rightfully so- she got over it really fast. So much so that she didn’t even bother letting her mom finish her little half assed excuse of how she thought she had texted her with the info and what not. This was her summer too and she was not going to start it off being upset over family drama.
However she still did feel bad about joining Miyaki on her trip home. The two girls had become fast friends during their few years at college and as the tall woman had said “We’ve been friends for years and ain’t been to each other’s houses once. You don’t think that’s a lil weird?” and she had to agree but it was one thing to spend the night at a friend’s house but to spend an entire summer? That was practically unheard of from where she came from! Nobody had that kind of money and food to be feeding an extra mouth for an entire three months.
“Yes girl, relax! I asked my dad today if it was chill for you to come and he agreed! Quit worrying and grab yo shit, the car is waiting out front.” The green eyed girl said, tossing her faux locs over her shoulders. Before (Y/n) could get in another worry or complaint she walked out of the dorm, slamming the door behind her.
“That girl has some serious attitude problems, I’ll tell ya that…” the girl muttered to herself, rolling her suitcase in tow. She eyed the dorm one last time, smiling at the nice memories they had made this year before exiting, leaving the key under the mat for the next students that’d come to stay.
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The first sign that Miyaki came from a different living situation from her was the shiny black Rolls-Royce parked in front of the housing part of campus. There was an older gentleman in a chauffeur outfit who put their bags in the car. She’d given her friend a look who gave her a confused one back before hopping in the car with her. Was this really not out of the ordinary for her? If this was just her car what would her house look like?
(Y/n) let out an audible gasp as the big black gates opened.
“You live in a gated community?!” she exclaimed, turning to her roommate. Miyaki’s face scrunched up in confusion.
“Gated community? Sis….this is my house!” she let out a laugh as the (h/c) haired girl remained silent, looking at the large house in awe. How many people lived with Miyaki? To say she was stunned was an understatement. Miyaki was the most down to earth person she had met since going to college at Stonebrook. As the name suggested, it was a really prestigious and fancy school, tons of stuck up brats on daddy and mommy’s pay going to the school. (Y/n) had always been isolated by her peers since she was attending on a scholarship. They found it pathetic and pitied her which she despised. Why should she be looked down on for actually working to get into school?
Miyaki had never felt that way though. She treated (Y/n) as she treated everyone else…if not a little better (the girl had quite a mean streak) and was very quiet about her home life. But now as they walked up the quartz stairs and through the big marble columns, she could understand why.
“Dad, we’re home! Come meet my friend!” the girl’s voice echoed across the entire house causing her to snicker. ‘Does she ever use an inside voice?’
“I’ll be down in a sec, sweetheart!” a deep baritone voice called out. (Y/n) felt her heart race at the sound. The man’s voice went through her ears like silk. It was smooth but had a bit of a dark tinge to it, like a hint of cream in black coffee. She pulled out her phone, scrolling through her socials as she awaited the man’s presence. After what felt like forever a pair of footsteps came in their direction before parking in front of them. The woman almost dropped her phone at the sight in front of her.
In front of her was the finest man she had ever seen. Brown skin that had that healthy glow, prominent cheekbones, and a bit of facial hair around the mouth region. He was only in jeans and a t- shirt but the way it fit him? The shirt clung to his torso perfectly, the muscles of his upper arms constricted by the cuffs, toned chest. This was her father? She could’ve never guessed by how fit he was! Thighs so thick that she had to stop herself from letting her thoughts drift (more so than they already were..). But when he smiled? Her legs turned to jello. His smile was bright and blinding and he had the most charming gap. It seemed as time had slown down when she was looking at him and from the looks of it he wasn’t disappointed at what he was seeing either. She didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on her midriff for just a little too long or the slight whistle he let out before covering it up with a cough.
“I’m Sam Wilson, Miyaki’s father. You must be (Y/n).” he said, holding a hand out for her to take. She gladly accepted it, shaking it with one hand as she placed the other one on top of both of them in a gentle way. The girl smiled back at him offering him a nod.
“Indeed I am! It’s so Nice to meet you Mr.Wilson and can I just say how thankful I am for you and Mrs.Wilson allowing me to stay with you guys for the summer. Especially with Miyaki’s short notice and all.” out of the corner of her eye she could see Miyaki roll her eyes at her sudden over-politeness towards her father and the way she had completely thrown her under the bus. Her attention was brought fully back to the man in question as he tightened his grip around her hand some.
“Mrs.Wilson? I’m not surprised Miyaki didn’t give you the details. It’ll only be the three of us here for the summer so in other words, there is no Mrs.Wilson.” he looked to the side a bit before turning back to face her, a smirk present on his face. “Also you don’t gotta be so formal, just Sam will do.” Miyaki cleared her throat impatiently causing the two to look to the side before laughing together. “Well it looks like Yaki is getting impatient so if you girls need anything, I’ll be around. Dinner is at 6.” the older man gave her a once over before walking off to what she could only assume was the kitchen.
“Girlll and you been hiding him from me because??” (Y/n) asked, rubbing her hands together. Miyaki smacked her lips together, dragging the girl towards her room.
“You betta stop playing with me.” when her friend stayed quiet, the girl gasped, turning her head. “Wait you’re joking…you tryna get my dad to hit?! Oof.” she grunted as one of her pillows hit the back of her head. Turning she saw her friend on her bed, glaring at her.
“Don’t say it like that! All I said was he’s fine nothing more nothing less. That can’t be your first time hearing that, one of your other friends has had to say something.” She felt the girl thud down beside her on the bed. She hummed for a bit before flipping over to face her friend.
“I mean I can’t say I’m surprised really. You love you an older man. Remember when you switched to that one baking course just so you could flirt and make googly eyes with Mr.Garcia?”
“That’s not why I switched! I was simply interested in getting to know his favorite dessert!” (Y/n) exclaimed, turning her head the opposite way. “In hopes that maybe I could become his favorite dessert.” 
“Whateva. Anyways, you wanna watch a movie till dinner?”
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Dinner had been amazing. Sam went all out, pulled out the grill, made dessert, it was all so lavish and delicious! He even had lobster which (Y/n) made sure to take full advantage of. He had said help yourself and who was she to go against his wishes in his home? 
It was now around three in the morning as she stumbled around the house curiously. She and Miyaki had gone to bed early, absolutely exhausted from the long car ride over and while it was easy for her friend to stay asleep when turning in early, she found it hard to. No matter what if she went to bed before twelve she’d always end up waking up during some odd hour of the night. 
A sound came from down the hallway catching her attention. It was a repeated thudding and while usually she wouldn’t go chasing after mysterious noises, she knew it couldn’t be anything too bad. Sam had the security on this house underlock and she had seen how beefy his security guards were. 
Once she reached the end she turned the knob from the room in which the sound was coming from. Gasping quietly, she opened the door a little wider trying to be as quiet as she could. The sight in front of her was absolutely heavenly. There was Sam, shirtless, in nothing but a pair of grey joggers beating the hell out of a punching bag. His jabs were sharp and powerful causing the chains to rattle with each blow to the sack. Goosebumps formed all over her skin at the sight of his power. If he could do that to a punching bag, what could he do with her? 
All the  what ifs invaded her mind causing her to rub her thighs together hungrily in thought. She hadn’t even noticed that Sam had moved until the door she was standing in closed, leaving the two of them in the room together. He offered her a smile, a yawn interrupting his incoming words. His arms flexed above his head giving her an even better view of his muscles. It was an even grander sight than she had imagined when she saw him clothed earlier.
“Can’t sleep?” she shook her head at his question, sitting on the bench in front of him. “ ‘S alright. Why don’t you help me train then? Try to get me to the ground. Come on, don’t be shy, didn’t seem like you were earlier.”
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As expected, (Y/n) couldn’t get him to the ground at all! Time and time again he had managed to get her down but she couldn’t complain too much. Being this close to a hot and sweaty man? Having him touch and feel all over her body? She could get used to this.
“You know, for an old man you’re pretty strong!” (Y/n) was out of breath, sweat dripping down her chest. Letting out a deep breath she held a hand out for Sam to shake. He eyed it before taking it causing her to give him a devilish grin. Within a few seconds she had dragged him close, sweeping a foot under his leg. He fell like she intended but what she hadn’t done was calculating him keeping a hold on her wrist. The two both fell with a thud, Sam hitting the mat while the not so sneaky woman fell on top of him. She pushed herself up, hands flush against his chest as she straddled him, looking down at him. Her eyes widened at the feeling of two large hands gripping her ass, eyes trailing up to his.
“Didn’t you say you were having trouble sleeping? I think I got something that can put you right to sleep.” was this really happening? Was she hearing him correctly? That thought didn’t last long at the feeling of his dick poking at her through the fabric of his sweats. His dark eyes were practically black from how blown out his pupils were. Leaning forward, their lips connected. 
The kiss was slow and sensual like the vibes he gave off. His lips were soft, the taste of coffee mixed with his natural taste. As the kiss grew more heated, Sam flipped them over, laying the girl gently on the mat. He continued with a trail of kisses, from her neck, collarbone, his fingers massaging the flesh of her hips. His lips gave extra love to her chest, licking and sucking upon the brown sensitive buds. 
His open mouth trail of kisses slowly became sucking the further and further he got towards the center of her legs.
“C-careful. Don’t leave- don’t leave marks our else Miyaki might see.” she warned, causing him to pause momentarily. Lifting his head he chuckled some, brushing his thumb against the sensitive area of skin near her upper thigh. Whether or not it’d be visible in summer attire was something she wouldn’t know until she got dressed the next day. Massaging her legs, he leaned up near her face, softly caressing her cheek.
“You’re a smart girl, (Y/n). I’m sure you can figure it out.” she huffed but remained quiet, a pout prominent on her face. A large hand came to rest around her throat, squeezing lightly. “ I’d advise you to lose the attitude if you wanna go to bed satisfied.” She shuddered at his words but remained quiet, anxiously awaiting what he’d do next.
From the looks of it, he wasn’t sure where he was going to take it next. He was eager, lust clouding his brain and thoughts. Sam was now acting on primal instincts alone. He reached for her sleep shorts, peeling them off before tossing them to the side. Keeping the eye contact they had, he guided two of his fingers into the mess that was her cunt. Despite barely touching her, her pussy was beyond creamy, juices dripping out the further he stuck his fingers in. Long, thick digits made their way into her with ease.
He made sure their eyes were connected, his stern eyes in a narrow assertion of dominance while her own (e/c) ones were glossed over as she fought to keep them open and focused on him. It was an agreement that didn’t need to be spoken: her eyes were to be on him at all times. Every so often her eyes would jitter close as his fingers nudged against her spot but still she persisted, wanting to be good for him, to prove herself.
Sam removed his fingers, guiding them up to the girl’s lips. Her eyes widened, gagging around the digits as waiting tears finally fell. Once he was satisfied he removed them, positioning himself between her legs. Using his thumbs he spread apart her pussy lips, salivating. Her cunt was so plush, clit engorged and pulsating, just aching to be touched.
He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking on it as he swirled his tongue. The girl reached instantly, hands clinging to his head the best that she could as her hips arched forward. This is something Sam usually wouldn’t fly with but he’d allow it this once. An airy moan fell from her lips as she continued to buck against his face, pelvis jerking rapidly at the feeling of his fingers lightly teasing her around her hole.
(Y/n) felt her entire body buzzing with pleasure. Her hands searched for anything to cling onto as her orgasm approached her, making its way to her faster and faster. An overstimulated whimper left her lips followed by her slick coating the older man’s face and mouth which he gladly accepted, the most sinful of noises leaving him as he cleaned her up. Her clench eyes relaxed as her body fell limp to the mat, chest heaving in heavy breaths.
“You tapping out already, princess?” she lifted her head from the ground, propping herself up onto her elbows as she gave him a glare. Kicking him onto his back, she climbed into his lap, aligning the tip of his cock with her entrance, bits of his precum mixing with the reminisce of her arousal. 
“Not even close old man.” they both shared a loud groan as she sunk down onto him in one swift movement. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she tried to gain a hold on him, wanting to get the upper hand. However Sam was just so…large. His girth stretched her out greatly, the head of his cock just barely kissing her cervix causing her to let out a pathetic whimper. Sam chuckled some, wrapping his hands around her waist, guiding her own to rest around his shoulders.
“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you. You gotta relax though or it’s gonna be a toughy for both of us.” she nodded lazily at his words, tightening her grip on his shoulders, head under his chin. He rubbed at her back gently, feeling as her muscle began to untense around him. “Better?”
“Y-yes just move. Wanna feel you.” he placed a kiss to the top of her head before beginning to thrust, letting out a small ‘fuck’ under his breath. Despite her being fully relaxed and prepped, she was still so tight around him. After a bit of trial and error, he had finally managed to find a good rhythm but even with as patient as he was he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Locking his arms around the base of her spine, he gripped her in his arms, trading out his slow and deep thrust for a series of fast and shallow ones. The sounds she was making for him only egged him on as she babbled and drooled on about how she couldn’t take it, how good it felt. 
“O-oh god! ‘M not gonna la-last any longer! Wanna cum with you! Wanna- can we, pl-please!” she cried out, tears mixing with the mess of drool on her face. 
“Yeah? Let’s cum together then.” he agreed, not having much left in him himself. With a few final powerful thrust, Sam came deep inside of her, (Y/n) following right along with him. The girl fell forward into his chest, the both of them panting, holding each other covered in sweat. She let out a soft chuckle, looking up at the man who was already staring down at her.
(Y/n) had originally thought it was gonna be a long summer, but this was way different from what she had in mind. She was fucked.
Metaphorically and Physically.
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megamindsecretlair · 7 months
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It Started With a Whisper - Chapter 6
Chapter 5 Chapter 7
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some sentences are intentional AAVE. Cursing, Angst, phone smut. Dom Sam, some fluff. Sorry if I missed some!
Summary: You are the front desk clerk who started a few months ago and you have a major crush on Sam Wilson, the handsome and sweet trauma counselor. Sam is off with Captain America, leaving you to question if this is the path you want to choose.
Word Count: 2,373k
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A/N: Sam make me SICK!!!! He's so hot, like for why. And so adorable. LOL. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!
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“If you or someone you know has information on the fugitive Steve Rogers, please contact…”
You stared at the news program in disbelief. The news channels focused entirely on Steve as a criminal mastermind. They wouldn’t say what they thought he did. He was just guilty. The idiots online were having a field day, turning on him. You had been arguing with some of them to use common sense. If Steve risked his life to save everyone from aliens, literal aliens, then why would he suddenly turn? 
Your stomach had been in knots the past few days. Sam texted you every night to let you know that he was at least alive. The news hadn’t mentioned anything about him, but it was only a matter of time. A Black man traveling with a fugitive celebrity would be newsworthy. It didn’t stop you from worrying constantly about him.
With Sam being gone, you hadn’t realized how quickly you’d gotten used to his presence. His jokes. His constant teasing. 
Not to mention, a night of incredible bliss. This morning, you had woken up in a feverish sweat reliving everything he had done to you in bed. There were times where you were flitting around work or home and you had to stop and take a breath. 
Ariel thought something was wrong with you. Where did you even begin to describe how incredible sex with Sam was? A Sam fiend for real. More than that. You just missed him. You missed being around him. Missed hearing his voice. 
The news didn’t have any information so they were just spouting nonsense. They always went back to Steve’s military record and how he had a history of disobeying orders. The idiots. If he hadn’t disobeyed orders, he’d still be America’s poster child for the war. Then, they went into his psychology as if they knew anything about his state of mind. 
You only met Steve twice and yet you knew he was a good person, just by his actions alone. You wanted to turn off the TV, but you were anxiously waiting for news about Sam. 
Your phone rang and Ariel frantically told you to turn to a different news channel. You did and your heart sank.
“No, no, no!” 
Soldiers surrounded Steve, Natasha, and Sam. The soldiers were dressed in all black, carrying high powered guns, and had them trained on them. All three were on the ground with their hands around their heads. Sam looked like a criminal. 
You didn’t pay attention to the bullshit the news was reporting. In record time, they were splashing Sam’s name across the screen. They lumped him into this grand conspiracy against the US. 
“This is some crazy shit! Are you okay?” Ariel asked.
“He’s not–” Tears pricked your eyes. You usually wiped your tears as quickly as possible. But you were alone in your room and it was only Ariel. You sniffled a bit as tears fell. You couldn’t talk around the lump in your throat but you tried anyway.
“He’s not like that! They’re lying!” 
“You ain’t got to tell me, I know. The news always lie. They’re gonna do whatever they can to increase viewers,” Ariel said. 
You knew this. And yet you still wanted to hit something. Or call the news station to tell them to have some fucking integrity. You couldn’t get involved. You were just a lowly desk clerk. Sam wouldn’t want you to put yourself in danger unnecessarily. He was a trained soldier. They all were. 
The only thing you could do was sit there and twiddle your thumbs. Your mind raced with all of the bad things that could happen. He could get shot. Your arm came protectively around your middle as if you could imagine it affecting you. He could be thrown in jail, unreachable to you. 
Would you stick by Sam if he were in jail? What kind of relationship would that even be? Putting money on his books and driving up to see him every week? Your life would be on hold. Your life would be frozen. Spent in stolen moments you could visit him with bars in between you. And that’s if they even allowed visitors. 
Ariel was still trying to talk to you but you were focused on Sam’s face. The soldiers were yelling at them and Sam knelt there without saying a word. He looked pissed. He had cuts on his face but didn’t look too worse for wear. 
Your chest ached and felt caved in. You didn’t know what you were going to do about Sam. You didn’t want to end this. The knowledge hit you like a ton of bricks. Sam felt right. He felt like you belonged with him. You also had to realize how dangerous his type of life was. Did you really want to take that on, on top of the other burdens in your life? Were you strong enough?  
The soldiers marched Steve, Natasha, and Sam into the back of a giant truck. They peeled out of the area while the news chopper continued to report on the overturned trucks, the blood bath, and the war zone. You turned off the TV and sat there while Ariel filled the space with weak platitudes. 
“It’s going to work out, babe,” she said. 
“I’m scared,” you told her. 
“I know. Do you want me to come over?” She asked.
Your immediate response was to say no. You were a big girl. However, this was too big even for you. “Yeah,” you said. 
Ariel agreed and hung up the phone. She didn’t live far so it wouldn’t take her long to get there. You sat there looking at your fuzzy reflection on your TV. Emotions and questions swirled around in your head. You couldn’t move, paralyzed by feeling helpless. 
Soon after, the doorbell rang. You went downstairs to let Ariel in. She came prepared with snacks and movies. “We’re gonna get sugar high and pass out!” 
You laughed and shook your head at her. She was dressed in sweats and a tank top. You spent the rest of the afternoon in your room, pigging out, and finally telling her everything that happened with Sam. You left out some of the more raunchy details. She didn’t need to know absolutely everything. It felt good getting things off of your chest. Having someone else to bounce ideas or thoughts off of made you not feel so crazy. 
“I feel really connected to him already. But what if that was it? One night of…passion and I never see him again?” You asked Ariel. 
She ate some popcorn and really thought about your answer. That’s what you appreciated about her. She told the truth whether you liked it or not. 
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you. The way he’s been looking at you for the past few months. He will do everything in his power to see you again. Especially if he put in work like you described. You don’t just give up that kind of chemistry, you know?” 
“Ariel, they arrested him. This is black ops level shit. How do we know that they’re not going to throw him into a locked room for the rest of his life?” 
Ariel sat up in your bed and leveled you with a stare. “You don’t know what they’re going to do. He was arrested on live TV. If he suddenly turned up missing or dead, someone would look into it. They’re not gonna risk something like that.” 
“But–”
“You’re starting to sound like your mom.”
Your jaw clicked shut with an audible pop. She was right. You were spiraling just like your mom did. Times like these were when you understood her most. There were too many scenarios. Too many disastrous things to conjure up. But you didn’t want to be like her. You didn’t want to make up things and make yourself sick. 
You nodded and focused on your breathing. Focused on calming your racing thoughts. To combat the panic, you thought of things you did know. Sam was a specially trained soldier and survived two tours overseas. Steve was the literal Captain America. He fought in a world war, frozen for seventy years, and came back out swinging against aliens. Natasha was a freakin’ super spy. They were capable of taking care of themselves.
It was natural to worry. It was natural to fear for Sam’s safety. But he didn’t owe you anything. You haven’t had that talk yet. And there was no reason to be fatalistic. 
Your phone rang. It was a number you didn’t recognize but something moved you to answer it. 
“Damn, it’s good to hear your voice.”
“Sam!” You leapt off of the bed as if you could jump through the phone and hug him. You were still in your room, still far away from him. 
“I saw on the news…what are ya’ll up to? What happened? How are you not six feet under the jail right now?” 
Sam chuckled as you fired questions at him. “I missed you too, little one.” 
“Don’t be cute right now, Sam. Please,” you said. 
Sam sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s been…a hell of a few days. I can’t say much right now. But I wanted to make sure you knew I was safe,” he said. 
“Thank you. I know you didn’t have to,” you told him.
“Yes, I do. I owe you a giant apology when I get home. This thing with Steve…it’s important. But you’re important to me. I want you to know that. If you’re not already planning to kick my ass to the curb after this,” he said.
You chuckled. His voice brought a deep sense of calm with it. It made you curl your toes and you felt lightheaded. “I don’t know. The jury is still out. You are a wanted man right now,” you said. 
He laughed at your joke and sighed. “I want to tell you everything right now, but we’re still in it. It’s probably going to get worse before it gets better. Just…don’t stop believing in me, okay? You’re the only thing that’s been on my mind throughout this,” he said. 
You were dimly aware of Ariel waving to get your attention. You glanced at her. She was making googly eyes and kissy faces at you. And mouthing that she told you so. You flipped her off and she silently cackled behind you. 
You motioned towards the door to kick her out. She stuck her tongue out at you and grabbed her empty cup. She left the room and you sat down on your bed, pulling your legs closer to you as much as you could. 
“I’ll always believe in you, Sam,” you told him. 
“Thank God,” he said and you both shared a laugh. You sensed that your conversation was coming to a close. He was right, whatever he was into he was still in it. You wanted to ask a million questions. You wanted to drive to him so that you could put eyes on him. To see that he was okay. It wasn’t enough to hear his voice. You just had to be patient. Not one of your strong suits.
Sam shuffled and you heard him moving. His voice got quieter. “In that case, I have to tell you that the other night was incredible. I haven’t stopped thinkin’ about you and all the faces you were making. I’m dyin’ to get back in between your legs,” he said.
“Sam!” You said and gasped. Heat flooded your core and you shifted on your bed. 
“Tell me you’ve been thinking of me too,” he said. 
You checked to make sure that Ariel wasn’t lurking around the corner. “I’ve been thinking of you too. You need to hurry and get back here. I can’t keep drying my panties,” you admitted.
Sam sucked in a sharp breath and released it slowly. “You haven’t been touching yourself, have you? I know you need it deeper than what your fingers can reach,” he said. 
“I need some kind of relief. I’ve got needs, Sam,” you told him. 
“But it’s not enough. Keep your hands off of what’s mine,” he said.
You laughed and pulled the phone away from your ear. He was going to be the death of you. You were sure of it. You were going to die from horniness and embarrassment. You could just picture your tombstone and funeral now. 
“Since when is it yours? That sounds like you need to come back and stake your claim the right way,” you said. 
Sam chuckled. “I just want you to remember you said this.” 
Your pussy clenched at the dark promise in his voice. “I hear you talking a big game but uh…” 
Sam chuckled again. “You let me worry about what’s mine. What’s going to get me through this is imagining you coming with my name on your lips,” he said. 
“Sam…” you said. 
“I’ll be home to take care of you and I’m going to be pissed if I find out you touched what’s mine,” he said. 
You giggled. “Yes, sir,” you said.
“Don’t say that,” he said with a soft groan. “I don’t need to go back in there with a hard on.” 
“It’s your own fault. You started this,” you said.
“I know. I miss you,” he said. 
“I miss you.” 
Sam pulled the phone away from his ear to speak to someone. You couldn’t hear what he said or what the other person said in return. His voice came back on with a sigh.
“I gotta go. I’ll call you when I can,” he said.
“You better.” 
Sam chuckled and you hung up the phone. You flopped back onto your bed replaying his words and his tone of voice. A Sam fiend. That was the only way to describe it. 
“Ya’ll so fuckin’ nasty!” Ariel called out and headed into the room. 
“You so fuckin’ nosy!” You said and threw a pillow at her. She laughed as she made you recount what Sam’s side of the conversation was. You were still worried about him, but at least you had this to hold you over. 
You only hoped it was enough.
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loverforfanfiction · 2 years
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[This is my first request]
Imagine the marvel men getting a plus size girlfriend
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Tony stark
:he wouldn't have a problem
:but I think it would be his first time
:he would think your pretty and weight wouldn't matter
:he loved every thing about you and your weight just adds to it
:he would praise you for being you
Steve rogers
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:as you know from back in the day he had the hots for Peggy so it took a long time to even notice you
:you were a friend of Tony's and he had invited you to a avengers party
:he would always see you around but what caught his eye was what you were wearing
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:he thought you were beautiful
:and sooner or later he asked you out and yes he shocked himself
:he didn't think weight matter [ he is a super solider]
: your weight didn't make him love you any less
Bucky barnes
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:when he first saw you ohhh he had never seen someone more beautiful but then his insecurities came back
:sooner or later he got the courage to talk to you and the rest is history
:he never really thought about your weight though
:but when he did nothing changed he thought you were like a pillow full of love
Clint Barton
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:since he was usually on the job it took long for him to notice
:you were a shield agent and nats best friend
So once he noticed you he thought of you as ever other girl nothing special till he got to know you
:and your weight didn't affect him he thought it was cute and loved to see u in his shirts
Loki
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: since he was from asgard he didn't think about it as much
:he saw it as rare beauty because we're he was from he only had
The most finest of fine throwing thereselves at him
:but when he came to earth he saw you the star avenger but also the quietest
:but when he started dating you if anyone dare talk about your weight he turned them into a pig
:again weight didn't matter
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Peter parker
:since he was still a teen he didn't really care he still had exploring to do also in dating
:so when he say you he thought "wow she must be new I should help her "
: you know how it goes friends to lovers and that was what you guys were
:your weight didn't matter he thought it helped you out it made you look better than the basic girls at school
Thor
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:as also since he was from asgard he had the basic girls throwing them selves around
:but when he got to earth he say you for your true beauty your mind
:again weight didn't matter but his favorite things on you were jeans
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Quicksliver
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:he would find It very attractive
:he wouldn't care one bit about it
:if it didn't bother you it didn't bother him
:it was like a fluffy beautiful cuddle buddy
:he would fight if anyone said anything about your weight
Bruce banner [ I had the limit of gifs ]
:as you know he was the hulk him self so he felt like he didn't have a say about it
:but it didn't make him less attracted to you
:he would hulk if anyone talked about your weight
Sam wilson
:he really like really didn't care
:but if you cared he would be your talking buddy making sure your ok and knowing your loved
:and he would feed you alot [a bonus to dating the falcon ]
Last but not least ..... ant man
:again since he had problems himself he had no room to talk
:he had met you while you were walking and bumped into making you spill your drink
And offered to pay
:after that he asked for a date
:he loved you for your weight and it made him want you more
[This took me a hour to make so a like or a follow would be nice but you dont have to I write for fun so pls like so I know you want more this is my last writing tonight because i posted about 4 today but I will write tomorrow and I still am taking requests]
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megamindslair · 9 months
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It's a Little Warm, Part 2
Moving my fics to @megamindsecretlair
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is some kissing, unresolved tension! Bucky x Blackfem!reader. Plus Size Reader. Mentions of private parts but really mild. Cursing. Mild age gap. Reader is late 20s and Bucky is mid 30s. Soft Bucky. Mild hurt/comfort. FLUFF. Part 2 of ?, I don't know how long this will take to wrap up. Slow burn to smut though. Some sentences are intentional AAVE.
Summary: Sam Wilson is your play uncle and has invited you and Bucky to stay at a cabin with him, Sarah, and the kids. You enjoy a round of three-legged racing and football, trying to beat the heat.
Word Count: 3,365k
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A/N: Ack, this was cute to write. Not beta'd or barely proof-read. Any mistakes are mine. If you enjoyed it, please let me know! While likes are awesome, please consider reblogging to support writers!
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“Okay, I think we’re going to start with the three-legged race,” Uncle Sam said. He squatted with a hat on the ground that had little scraps of paper that he wrote different games on. He held two pieces in his hand and studied each one as if he were deciding the fate of the universe.
“Any day now,” Bucky said and smirked. 
Your stomach flipped. So far, you two remained cordial. No one would have suspected that you kissed him just that morning. You twisted your lips. The hell were you thinking? You knew better. He was a friggin’ Avenger. What did you think was going to happen? 
“Man, shut up,” Uncle Sam but his smirk matched Bucky’s. 
Aunt Sarah’s sons, AJ and Cass, ran around the small group chasing each other. You absently watched as they accidentally bumped into Bucky and murmured their apologies. Bucky smiled and waved them off. 
He was sinfully dressed in another pair of jeans and boots and a black T-shirt. The oppressive heat of the early day had nothing on the heat that suffused you looking at the man. His stubble was growing even more and thanks to your wandering hands, you knew exactly how prickly he was.
Bucky licked his lips as he caught you staring. You offered him a soft smile and looked away. You wouldn’t pretend he wasn’t hot. But you got his message loud and clear. Paws off. 
“Okay, three-legged race it is followed by some old-fashioned football. First to six wins so we beat some of the sun,” Uncle Sam said.
Aunt Sarah threw up her hands. “About time,” she said and shook her head. 
“And he calls me old and slow,” Bucky said. 
“Okay, enough of all that. So, to make it even, kinfolk, you’re with Bucky ‘cause you’re short as hell and it’ll put him at a disadvantage. Sarah, you take the baby, ya’ll are the same height. I’ll take Cass because he’s my roadie,” Uncle Sam said, pointing at everyone as he spoke their name.
Immediately, you and Aunt Sarah objected to his short jokes and his reasoning. “Why don’t you take the baby, Captain Birdman?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest. Perhaps your romper was the wrong choice today.
You thought you were being cute by wearing an olive green romper. You weren’t trying to rub your goodies in Bucky’s face, it was just that fucking hot. If you so happened to look irresistible, well, that was the Lord blessing you. 
But you thought about crashing and burning all over the neat grass and pinched your lips. You would either get a bad burn, or grass stains all over your outfit. 
“Because pipsqueaks gotta stick together,” Uncle Sam said and laughed at his own joke. 
“I’m not a pipsqueak!” AJ yelled and pushed Uncle Sam. Uncle Sam pretended to fall over and held up his hands as if AJ was the stronger one. “Okay, okay, mercy!” 
“Why don’t the girls stick together, you take the baby, and Bucky gets Cass?” You asked.
“Now kinfolk, I know you’re not suggesting that we play by arbitrary gender norms and stereotypes,” Uncle Sam said. 
“Oh please. What, did you look up those words today?” You asked.
“Yeah, I’ve got a word-of-the-day calendar. It’s neat,” Uncle Sam countered.
“I don’t see why I don’t get Bucky, ya’ll team together, and the boys team up together,” Aunt Sarah said with a wink in your direction. Uncle Sam missed it as he frowned. 
“Absolutely not!” He said.
Aunt Sarah smirked and crossed her arms. “It’s either me or her,” Aunt Sarah said.
“Why can’t we team with Mr. Bucky?” AJ asked.
“It’s just Bucky,” Bucky said.
Uncle Sam got on his knee to look AJ in the eyes. “The name of the game is winning at all costs. We gotta play to our strengths. Teaming with Bucky would make you uneven and he’d have to carry you, and that’s cheating. But, pairing you with your mom is perfect,” he explained.
“Do not teach him that!” Aunt Sarah said and laughed. 
“How about you team with AJ, Sarah and Cass, and me and Y/N?” Bucky offered.
Before Uncle Sam could say something, you shook your head. “I still say my configuration was better. Or Aunt Sarah’s,” you said.
Bucky frowned at you but you refused to look at him. Aunt Sarah tilted her head at you as if you were crazy. You smiled at her, pretending not to notice her expression. 
Uncle Sam laughed, ever the clueless idiot. “The sun is only getting hotter, so how about this: I’m going to write some numbers on paper and we all pick. Whoever you get is whoever you get,” he said.
“Even if I’m matched with Bucky?” Aunt Sarah asked.
Uncle Sam scowled but ultimately nodded. “You better not, is all I’m sayin’,” he mumbled. He jogged to the patio table where he plucked the journal and pen off of it. He wrote quickly and tore up the pieces. He returned and dumped the hat that had the games on it. He placed the new pieces of paper in it and mixed them up.
He motioned for everyone to pick and you prayed and prayed. Each person revealed their numbers. Aunt Sarah and Cass matched, Sam got AJ, which left you with…Bucky. You frowned as you stared at your number.
“That’s what I said!” Bucky said. Uncle Sam mumbled about a waste of time and being hot as hell as he put away the slips of paper, hat, and journal. 
Bucky bumped his shoulder against yours. “Guess you’re stuck with me,” he said.
You felt your lips move but you weren’t convinced you were smiling. Bucky frowned but you were spared from any questions as Uncle Sam came around with ribbons.
“And don’t your old ass cheat neither!” Uncle Sam said.
“Thought didn’t even cross my mind,” Bucky said innocently. He snatched the ribbon out of Uncle Sam’s hands before you could.
He knelt down and wrapped the ribbon around his leg and then around yours. He tugged a little too hard and you were forced to lean against him, using his shoulders to catch your fall. He looked up at you and your heart beat so fast, you knew he had to hear it.
His eyes were so clear and blue, it was like looking into the ocean. He smirked and as he tied the ribbon, he slowly massaged your calf. You bit your lip to keep from moaning. All he was doing was rubbing it and he already had you ready to make embarrassing noises.
He placed a kiss on your thigh, not breaking eye contact. You gasped as he slowly stood up. He was too tall, way too tall for you. For a brief moment, you panicked. What the hell kind of game was he playing? He kisses you one minute, throws you out the next, and then plays these games? 
“Put your arm around me,” he commanded softly. You already had your hand moving up to circle his waist before your mind caught up to you. You scowled at him. 
He slid his fingers across your shoulders and lightly played with your nape as Uncle Sam explained the rules. You didn’t hear a fucking word. Bucky’s fingers were like magic, easing a mild headache. 
You sighed as he worked his fingers and your mind drifted, imagining he was doing that in bed. 
You worked in perfect sync, stepping together. You giggled as you watched Aunt Sarah in the lead, ahead of Uncle Sam. You didn’t care if you won, you just wanted Captain Superman to lose. No, that’s not it. Captain Planet. You snickered as you raced to the finish line. 
“Go!” Uncle Sam called out. The three pairs took off half stumbling, half wiggling as you tried to get to the treeline. Bucky, being superhuman, did most of the work for you even with holding back. His grip was tight around you and you clung to his shirt trying to keep up.
“What’s so funny?” Bucky asked.
You shook your head as you laughed harder. You imagined Uncle Sam in blue paint, green hair, and spandex. 
Aunt Sarah got to the tree first, followed by you, and then Uncle Sam. Aunt Sarah gloated and rubbed it in Uncle Sam’s face. He took the jokes in stride, sweat gathering on his head.
“Yeah, alright. We’ll see how tough you are when we get into this game. Pipsqueak, come help me set up the goals,” he said. He untied him and AJ, the latter playfully hitting his side for calling him pipsqueak. 
“Come on, let’s get water for everyone,” Aunt Sarah said to Cass. She freed them as Bucky bent down to untie you.
“I’ll help!” You shouted. You winced at your tone. Aunt Sarah widened her eyes and nodded to Bucky. You mouthed “no”. Aunt Sarah mouthed, “why not?” 
Bucky nipped your leg under pretense of having trouble with the knot he tied. You yelped and looked down at him. The smug bastard.
“Me and Cass, got it,” Aunt Sarah announced and scurried away before you could object more.
Bucky finally stood up and pulled you by your romper until you were closer to the tree. “I’m not a child,” you said and slapped his hand away.
“You’re acting like one,” he said.
“Excuse me?” You asked.
Bucky rubbed his chin and stretched out his neck. “What’s going on with you? You barely said anything to me today. And what was that thing earlier?” 
You bit the inside of your cheek. You took a few deep breaths. “I’m just following your lead.”
Bucky scrunched up his face in the most adorable way. He tilted his head like a puppy and you fought the urge to scratch his head like one. You crossed your arms. Stupid, traitorous thoughts.
He licked his lips and looked down his nose at you. You silently sighed. You were so feral for this man, it wasn’t fair. In a minute, you’d have to go inside to change your panties. 
“What lead, Y/N?” He asked.
“You…this morning,” you waved your hands. Did you really have to spell it out? He crossed his arms and waited for an answer.
“I threw myself at you and you told me to go upstairs. I thought…I mean, we’ve only known each other a day. I get it,” you said.
“You didn’t throw yourself at me. I kissed you back, remember?” He asked.
“Then why’d you make me go upstairs?” You asked.
“Did you really want to start screaming where everyone could hear you? Had we kept going, I would’ve bent you over the table,” he said.
You stared at him, your mouth slightly agape. The image flashed through your mind. You pictured him sliding up your shirt, shoving your panties aside, whipping out his dick over the waistband of his pants before sliding into you. With his strength, he would’ve gripped your thighs with the pressure you like. As if he were holding on for dear life.
You shook your head and cleared your throat. “Don’t…” you started, but don’t what?
Say things like that? Give you hope? You had tossed and turned all night reliving the kiss, the feel of his hands on you, and his stubble against your face. You imagined that he was sleeping like a baby across the hall, not concerned that he put you in knots.
“I ran through every single excuse not to run upstairs after you,” he said.
“Okay, let’s hear them then,” you said.
Bucky smirked. “Now?” He asked.
You looked to the side to watch Uncle Sam setting up posts with AJ. He had two set up and was working on the third. Aunt Sarah was by the cooler, picking out two water bottles and making Cass drink one.
“Uncle Sam’s gonna be done any minute now,” you said.
Bucky smiled and shook his head. He stepped closer to you. “You’re Sam’s niece,” he said.
“Play-niece. We’re not blood related,” you corrected.
“He’ll kill me,” he said.
“Captain Save-a-Ho wouldn’t hurt a fly,” you said.
“You’re younger than me,” he said. He sighed and he looked so weary.
“By a couple of years, big deal. We’re adults.” You shrugged your shoulders.
“No, I’m really older than you,” he said.
You stepped closer to him. “You were frozen for some of that. And I don’t see any wrinkles or…too much gray hair,” you said. You got on your tip-toes, pretending to look for gray hairs. 
“Smart ass. I’m old fashioned,” he said.
“I’ve got an old soul,” you countered.
He shook his head and squinted at you. “You’re not making this easy,” he said.
“You’re the one who started kissing my thigh!” 
You moved to push him away but he captured your hand and held it against his chest. “I don’t like when you ignore me,” he said softly.
“I didn’t ignore you,” you said. “I gave you an out. We can just stay friends.” 
“We could. But I’m pretty sure the thoughts I have with you in that outfit are not friendly,” he said.
You blinked up at him. This was so far from what you imagined today to be like. You swore he would ignore you, treat you like glass, or worse…start treating you like Sam’s kid sister. Completely untouchable and unfuckable. Your heart raced as he stared you down. You could almost see those unholy thoughts.
He had you at a loss. Because you were mirroring those same nasty thoughts. 
“Who’s ready to get spanked at football!” Uncle Sam called.
You bit your lip as you looked at Bucky. You leaned up and kissed him before licking his nose. “Come get spanked,” you said before moving out from under the tree.
Got damn, how was it so hot this early? You fanned yourself as you crossed the backyard. “You’re the one who’s gonna get a cherry red ass if you keep playing with me,” he said. He kept walking as you stopped and gaped at him.
Your pussy throbbed imagining bending over his knee as he spanked you. The heat seemed to double as you stood there.
“Come on, kinfolk!” Uncle Sam called to you.
You joined everyone else and Aunt Sarah hip bumped you. As Uncle Sam passed out the slips of paper, Cass passed you a water bottle. You held it to your head. You snuck a glance at Bucky. He smirked as he lifted the bottle and nearly drained it in one gulp. His Adam's apple bobbed as he did so and you pictured licking his neck.
“Saw that,” Aunt Sarah sang. You cleared your throat and looked at her. “You’re not as slick as you think you are,” you said.
Aunt Sarah laughed. “I’m just helping you both out. You’re both so clueless, it’s actually painful to watch,” she said.
“Shut up,” you said and laughed, drinking your own bottle. You could do something obscene with it, but there were children present.
You picked your numbers again. You were on a team with Aunt Sarah and Cass. Uncle Sam, Bucky, and AJ were on a team. 
As the sun started to bare down, you all agreed to keep teasing to a minimum as you set up for playing. Without fail, Bucky ended up guarding you whenever you had the ball. His competitive ass wouldn’t let you get around him. 
Cass snuck up behind him and grabbed him, telling you to go. You ran and ran to the goal line and scored. Your team celebrated as Bucky pretended to fuss.
You set up against each other again. Uncle Sam hiked the ball to AJ and Bucky picked him up and ran with him to the goal post. “That’s cheating!” You and Aunt Sarah called out.
“Is it? He got the ball across, looks fair to me,” Uncle Sam shrugged.
You had the ball on the next play. You faked Bucky out, making him stumble. You ran for the goal line. You saw it in front of you and started to get giddy. You actually did it!
Until, you were plucked off the ground, spun, and then knocked gently to the ground with Bucky cushioning your fall. 
“Oh, that’s so not fair,” you laughed. 
Bucky held your hips and smiled at you. “Oh, you have no idea how unfair I can get,” he said.
You slapped his shoulder before standing up too fast. The world tilted as your eyes rolled and your head grew fuzzy.
“Y/N?” Bucky caught you in his arms. You held just enough strength to keep from slipping on your ass in front of everyone.
Soon, everyone crowded around you asking questions. “I’m fine,” you panted.
You waved them away and tried to get out of Bucky’s arms. But he tightened his hold. 
“It’s low iron. I promise, I’m fine,” you said. Bucky cupped your cheek and moved your head side to side gently. “Are you sure?” 
“This is so embarrassing. I promise I’m fine,” you said. 
“Where’s your pills? When did you last take one?” Uncle Sam demanded.
“I’m fine, Dad,” you said. You apologized to the kids for ruining their day.
“Get in the shade and cool off. You’re in the lead anyway,” he said and waved his hand.
You were about to protest when Bucky scooped you into his arms and started walking towards the house.
“Put me down!” You shrieked. You held on to his neck and he walked you into the house, without so much as a grunt. You were too far off the ground. What if you fell? What if he fell? What if he decided you were too heavy and let you fall?
Once inside, he kicked out the nearest chair with his boot and placed you on it.
“You can’t carry me like that!” You yelled.
“Where’s your pills?” He asked.
You twisted your lips. You opened it to claim that you were a big girl and therefore too heavy for him. But then remembered the serum and nearly laughed. But Bucky wasn’t in the mood for laughing.
“Stubborn doesn’t work on me, doll,” he said. 
You sighed and deflated. “On my dresser,” you relented.
Bucky disappeared upstairs and came back down in record time. He handed you your iron supplement and then a bottle of water. 
“Did you skip this today?” He asked.
You shrugged. “Might’ve been…a week?” You asked.
“A week!” Bucky yelled.
“If I eat meals with iron in it, I’m usually fine. We had so much damn red meat yesterday, I’m pretty sure I had meat sweats,” you said and shivered, attempting to lighten up the mood.
“Let me get this straight. You don’t like people doing things for you and you don’t like taking care of yourself? Pick a struggle,” he said.
You laughed. You couldn’t help it. You knew he didn’t mean it as a joke but he had been hanging around Black folk for way too long.
Bucky knelt beside you and grabbed your hands. “Hey, this is serious. Iron deficiency is serious,” he said.
You sobered up and looked at him, really looked at him. He was…scared for you? You immediately wanted to shut that thought down, but how else could you explain his behavior?
“I promise I’ll do better. Sometimes I can’t always tell when my iron is low,” you said.
Bucky nodded and blew out a breath. “I’ve got a lot of work to do,” he said.
“What does that mean?” You asked.
He smirked. “Oh, doll,” he said. He brought his hand up to stroke your cheek. You tilted your head into his hand, loving it. 
“You need to keep your strength up for things I’m going to do to you,” he said.
You made a strangled noise and Bucky laughed. He leaned up and pressed his lips against yours. He was so warm, it was a stark contrast from the ice cold water you drank. He licked the seam of your lips before slowly pushing inside.
He kissed you slowly, reverently. When he pulled back, he winked. “Come on. The fun is just getting started.”
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Here's the first rec list of 2023!! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.
Happy reading 🔥
Bucky Barnes ✨
Cordially invited by @navybrat817
Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader
Dress you up in my love by @jobean12-blog
Bucky x reader
Thin ice by @angrythingstarlight
Beefy Biker!Bucky x Reader
Adventures in babysitting by @navybrat817
Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Relax by @kinanabinks
Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader
There's really a wolf by @flordeamatista
DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader
Ravenous by @navybrat817
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Good peach by @wndalovebot
bucky barnes x afab!reader
Picture perfect by @angrythingstarlight
Mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader
Peaches and cream by @angrythingstarlight
Baker!Bucky
Covet by @labella420
Dark!Mob! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Vodka on the rocks by @kinanabinks
Bestfriend!Bucky f!reader
A little help by @mavsstar
DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Forever by @callingsergeantbarnes
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 
Eddie Munson ✨
Chefs kiss by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader
She drives me crazy by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader
Made for lovin' you by @beefybuckrrito
Eddie Munson x fem!reader (any race)
One hot ticket by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader
Steve Rogers ✨
Wicked games by @honeystevie
Steve Rogers x Asian!reader
Tonight by @springdandelixn
Husband!Steve x Fem!Reader
Run rabbit run / trapped in a tangled web / mistaken identity by @dreamlessinparis
Dark!Steve x F!Reader
Colin Shea ✨
Maybe in the meantime by @rebel-stardust
Colin Shea x female reader
Ari Levinson ✨
Good for you by @flordeamatista
DBF!Ari Levinson x Reader
Little fears by @onsunnyside
Biker!Ari Levinson x naive!reader (biker x baker au)
Solve the riddle by @geminixevans-stan
Retired Pornstar!Ari Levinson x Black!Reader
Our last summer by @summerofsnowflakes
DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader
Steve Harrington ✨
Unearned confidence by @sharpsapphic666
Steve Harrington x reader
Lee Bodecker ✨
Pressure by @thornsnvultures
lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader
Andy Barber ✨
Marked with my initial by @frostironfudge
Incubus!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader
Sam Wilson ✨
Love you in a thousand ways by @targaryenvampireslayer
Sam Wilson x female reader
Multiple characters ✨
Late night visitor by @dreamlessinparis
Mob!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Mob!Bucky, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader (established couple, married)
The chase by @targaryenvampireslayer
Dark!alpha!Sam Wilson x female!omega reader x dark!alpha!Bucky Barnes
Three's a party by @traitorjoelite
stucky x reader
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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years
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Selene you lovely, kind soul!! Congrats on your well earned recognition! SO glad you're celebrating, you deserve it!
I am a total simp for you so would like to request an TWS AU with my beloved VA Support Worker Sam Wilson + dark!reader (plus sized reader would make me squeal!). If you wanted you could incorporate the prompt: You're gonna beg for it, baby
I love sweet VA Sam but his life was boring before Cap. Let's complicate that a bit 😈 If this isn't speaking to you, no presh!
So happy to have met you, you make my tumblr days brighter 💖
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Gonna go back to drooling
"DOMINION"
Pairing: Sam Wilson x dark! plus sized! female reader
Word Count: 1050 words
Outline: After dinner, you can't wait to feast on the beautiful man sitting across from you.
Warnings: dub/con || non/con, food mention, alcohol mention, use of drugs, pet names, daddy kink, come shot, heavy nipple play, thigh riding, love bites, multiple sex positions, face riding, sub! sam, please read the warnings carefully!
Author’s Note: Merc you sweetest girl with the most delicious mind. Thank you so much for this, I have never written dark reader before and I hope I did this story justice. This is the last drabble from my sleepover here.
Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist
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"This tastes like heaven." 
Sam proclaims as the shallows down another bite of the food you had prepared for him. It was a Friday night and you had invited him over for dinner and a movie. But you haven't decided on the movie yet. Not like there was gonna be one anyway. 
Sam was dressed in a white polo shirt, his muscles visible underneath the tight fabric and he had paired it with dark jeans with a thick leather belt. You had a dress on, satin and low cut just how you liked it.
It had been two months since you two had met and the flirtatious nature of Sam and your strong and ice-cold stare is what brought you together. Although it was the first time he was visiting your home and certainly not the first time you had seen each other naked. Thank god for tinted windows and narrow streets. 
"It's time for dessert sweet baby." You tell him with a wink getting up with your empty plates in your hands shaking your beautiful body and your curves as you go. Oh, you knew how much of an ass man he was. He simply could not stop staring. 
In the quiet of the kitchen, you prepare the dessert making sure to drop a couple of droplets from your favorite liquid. He would never know. It was almost untraceable. And you weren't like all the other girls. 
Carefully you place each plate on your sides but you finally decide to only come out with one. You could have dessert later.
"I came to feed you, daddy." Sam chuckles as he pulls his chair a little back motioning for you to sit on his meaty thigh. You do so by settling the plate on your hand and opting to scoop up the chocolate dessert with your fingers. 
"Open up big boy." Sam obediently opens his mouth staring at you as you push your finger inside his mouth. He greedily licks his tongue all over your finger and you can already feel him getting excited for you. 
"That's a good baby right there." You praise him as you feed him, every time pushing your finger more and more inside his mouth and watching him eagerly accept it. Oh, you had him right in the palm of your hand. 
Soon enough he starts to get dizzy and long before he could even protest he collapses his face on your breasts. 
He was big and heavy but you managed just fine. 
A little while later he woke up, laying on your fully clothed. You had just finished dressing him up. 
As he begins to rub his eyes trying to make sense of where he is, you straddle him. Wearing nothing but a black negligee very tight against your body, all of your voluptuous figure on display just for him. 
"Hey, big daddy." 
He bites his bottom lip as he watches you rub your bare pussy against his crotch pushing the fabric down your breasts. 
"I couldn't help myself. You looked so good like that." 
Sam doesn't protest, he figures it must have been the alcohol or the fact that he is tired so he rises up to pull you into a steamy kiss. His hands wrap around your back pulling you closer to him and he hungrily feasts on your lips before moving down to his neck. 
Oh, he was delicious. 
So clueless. 
He sucks on your neck as his hands move to cup your ass and he slowly moves to your breasts. Bringing one hand the other teasing your ass line, he pushes up your right breast and possessively feasts on it. Starting from the top till he sucked on your nipple like he was trying to find his God. 
You let him use your body as he wants for a bit, sneaking your hands under his shirt to drag your nails against his skin. 
"I have to get inside you, baby." He mumbles against your nipple before pulling it again with his teeth. 
With a strong grip on his broad chest, you begin to push him down. He lets you do it and lays back on the bed after firstly taking off his shirt and tossing it to the floor. Your lipstick stains on his nipples are still visible and you smirk to yourself. Not bad work at all. 
He then moves to push his zipper down and his hands touch your inner thigh while you are pushing the negligee up and away from your body, he stares at the markings on your thigh. 
"What?" He asks and his fingers trace the cum stain on your thigh, his eyebrows drawn. 
"You're a very hungry boy, Sam". You scold him and toss your clothes on the floor, pushing up your body against his. 
"And a really good boy, Sammy. Very pretty, very obedient. I'm very impressed with you and your beautiful cock. And I think you can learn to become even better. " 
You push him down again as he is still within a mixture of shock and confusion. Maybe he is dizzy from the booze, or maybe he was on a sugar high. You straddle him better and then proceed to ride his face. Quickly moving your body to sit on his face pushing your wet pussy on top of his plump lips. Sam's hands wrap around your thighs pulling you closer. 
"But you're gonna have to beg for it, baby."  
The tall man ate you out twice in a row feasting on your pussy as he has never before. Like your nectar was the sweetest he could ever find. His grip on your hips was so strong that now they were covered in markings. He wanted to show you how much he could please you. How good he was.
And when you pushed yourself off him, he waited patiently for your next move. You rode his cock again and again, in every imaginable position, sucking him off between switches and warning him not to cum. 
By the time you finally let him finish again he was rubbing his cock weakly against your thigh, his eyes completely shut, his mind blanking. 
Maybe that was your favorite. 
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neonovember · 2 years
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The fine line between want and need
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steve rogers x plus-size!short!reader
summary: dismissing the belief that captain america was checking you out, you push down any growing feelings of attraction in fear of rejection, but as the days go on, steve starts to lose patience, and one day, his desire becomes something you can’t ignore.
warnings; smut smut smutty smut, explicit scenes and language, obvious size kink, height difference, insecurity, self deprecation (a bit), over stimulation, cockwarming, fluff, (bucky’s a bit condescending but he loves you), domestication, dats it (i think)
author notes: yeah..I’m going through my cap phase again after rewatching captain america..who can blame me?? that clean shaven face and those broad shoulders…also size kinks are my favourite ever and stevie makes it so easy with his mammoth paws and bimbo ass lmao, hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing this
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When you first caught Steven Grant Rogers checking you out were doubt founded.
No, really, catching his blue eyes raking over your frame, lingering on the slit of your skirt had you frozen, stilled, paralyzed.
There was no way, no fucking way, Captain America was checking you out.
You didn’t want to sound self deprecating but it was him, Americas golden boy. The worlds best soldier and you, you were just a mere low level, Avengers archivist.
After making sure your eyes were working, scrubbing at them gingerly to not fucking lie to you, you opened them to see him again, stalking your frame. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth, a glinting expression on his face.
You begged your supervisor to let you leave early that day.
It wasn’t that you weren’t attracted to Steve, any one in their right mind within a 4 meter vicinity of his god like stature and chiseled face went into heat. Jumbling their sentences, mind warm and body sweating, acting dumb and fluttering.
He was just like that, making your already stumbling, unbalanced demeanor, 10x more stupid.
But you were scared, stilled from making any moves of pursuit by the imagined humiliation of being turned down by the star spangled, blue eyed soldier.
You’d never live it down, the heated embarrassment following you around like a shadow.
You’d surely have to transfer the hell out of SHIELD that’s for sure, you’d only hope the agent appointed to you would kindly leave out the reason behind your resignation.
being turned didn’t really look good on your resume.
So you continued catching the glances of Steve’s lingering gaze, eyes you could only describe as hungry and feral. The blue hues transforming into darkened black, pupils blown out.
You kept your distance, staring down hard whenever you’d catch his eyes, never quite holding it for more than a breathe.
Captain America, however was growing impatient. Now matter how many times he made he’s desire ridiculously obvious, you had always seemed to look the other way. Eyes darting everywhere but him.
He’d at first thought it was rejection, his cheeks burning red in embarrassment before realizing what it truly was.
You were shy.
He’s caught himself smirking at the realization, recognising your tells in a second. The way you’d pull back your hair, wrapping it as if it looked anything but perfect, or when you never held his gaze long enough, always looking beside or above him when he’d talk to you.
What he loved the most though, above anything, was when you pulled those pretty red lips in between your teeth. He’d watch you press pearly whites into the reddened skin, biting, gripping, teasing him with what was rightfully his.
He’d grabbed you then, when you were continuing your assault on your lips, seemingly ignorant to the torture you had bestowed on the avenger, he’d had enough.
Pushing you into one free rooms he luckily found, he pressed you to the file cabinet. Making sure it’s hinges didn’t press into you too hard enough, but enough to make you let out that pretty squeak.
God you were adorable, big framed glasses perched on that nose, owl eyes always donned with mascara and eyeliner, glitter pressed into the corners.
He didn’t usually get like this, always secure in his composure, always busy with avenger like duties. Or at least that was the lies he feed himself at night, mind rationalizing his avoidance of the dating realm.
Too big, too scary, to different.
He’d told Sam one after noon at a barbecue, passing him the meat and talking about his failed love life, or more so, his non existent one. Sam made sure to remind him that, you can’t fail at something you didn’t even try.
The fact was, dating in the 40’s was already a hassle, he couldn’t imagine that it was like in the 21st century.
But god did you mess him up, frazzle him with your squeaked apologies or kind gestures, your booming laughter swallowing the SHIELD level with bubbling euphoria. Quick bite remakes you’d throw at Tony that had you squeak with surprise, hand flying to your mouth, shock at your own losed composure.
Tony would throw his head back in laughter though, seemingly unbothered by your crude sarcasm and insult. Mumbling “now why can’t we have more people like you around here”
Gorgeous.
The serum running through his veins didn’t make it any easier, his heightened senses torturing him with the smell of you, the sweet, silky, bliss smell that you had. Your pecan skin glistening with your body wash, strawberry and something else he couldn’t put his finger one until he walked by a flower shop: patchouli.
Steve regarded himself a man with composure, a sense of decorum that came from the 40’s and the goodness within him. Yet whenever he’d catch glimpses of you within the hallways, always summer dresses and figure hugging skirts he felt his resolve slip between his fingers.
Those damn dresses, ruffled and colourful, some with patterns whilst others were simply plain, always falling onto your body like silk. Your curves and hips hugging the material until his dick was throbbing and his muscles twitched with want.
There was something about them, the dresses, how they sang to the feelings within his heart of his past. How they reminded him of the dames Bucky would bring along, how they spurred images and thoughts of you that had no right to evade him.
Images like you being bent over his desk, the ruffled hems of that goddamn dress pushed up, having you keen as he filled you, his chest pressing into your back. Or maybe having you on his lap, thick thighs wrapping around his, hips pushing down against him, begging, pleading, that sweet voice calling for him.
There were thoughts though, deep, mind whisking, daydreams he’s indulge in about you. He’d set his heart heavy with possibilities of a future, coming home to cooked meals and jazz, those sweet hips gliding to the melodies, hair pinned up and that apron he’d bought you around your waist. He practically thrusted at the image, before berated himself at his promiscuity. He didn’t stop though, never, the images following him like a reminder, you weren’t his just yet.
But your cunt, that pretty little pussy knocked him back a step each time you were in a 10 meter distance of him, brain fumbling at the taste, so close, right on his tongue. Those days he’d spend late at night, hands gripping his hardened length since that moment thinking of you.
“Why do I get the feeling you’re avoiding me?” He questions, looking towards you.
You were stumped, eyes wide, looking at him in confusion.
“Captain?, what- what do you mean? What is this?” You squeak, brain quite not believing what the eyes where seeing. The darkened meeting room was illuminated by the red glow of the projector, casting a shadow across Steve’s face. An expression that could only be described as deprived and predatorial took over his features, imprinting across his cerulean blues until they eroded into pitch black
“Oh I think you know exactly what this is sugar, god I knew you were shy but wringing a man on like this?”
“You could do some real damage” He growled,
You squealed at that, mind reeling as you realised.
He knows, knows your little stupid crush, and he wants you
The multitude of his want shown clearly when he pressed further into you, eyes searching your blown out ones. Smirking at the shock, at the realisation that he knew.
“What, though you could keep that little crush from me? I fought Nazis in Germany darling, a little shyness isn’t going to stop me from getting what I want” He growled, hand dipping low, squeezing the meaty flesh of your hips.
“What..what do you want Captain” You asked meekly, neck bent back with anticipation, hands tightening with his low groan at your endearment.
He looked down at you when you said that, eyes blooming with desire but also something else, a fondness, a hope, a sliver of insecurity he wore well.
“What I want? I want your legs over my shoulders so I can taste that sweet pussy that’s been on my mind for weeks”.
“And then, and then, I want to take you out to dinner, treat you real good, the way you deserve, the way I would’ve done in the 40’s” He replied smugly, eyes growing hued with longing of older times.
“Then, I’m going to slowly, carefully, undress that pretty little number you’ve gone and put on, glide my hands over your body, mark these goddamn curves,”
He groaned into the croon of your neck, hand gliding over the dip of your waist and the thick of your hips and thighs,
“And after I spend hours getting you wet and hot for me, I’m going to fuck you into the mattress until you don’t know anything but my name” He growled, eyes hungry with anticipation, fingers gripping buttons, a hard stomach pressed into the soft curve of your own.
Licking your trembling lips you pulled his head to meet yours, lips crushing in a heated embrace, all teeth and tongue, clashing and biting, the desperation you both held for each other shown nakedly in Steve’s tight grip and you arching back.
You might have to skip on dinner.
— -
That’s how you ended 5 months later, thighs on either side of Steve Rogers huge frame, feeble hands pressing into his chest. Crescening his skin with indentations as you gripped onto any salvage that he could give you.
Your body slid slowly, torturously up his length, your arms flexing at your raised hips, trying, and failing at bringing yourself down on him, your sweet moans falling out at the friction.
Steve laid under you, eyes glittering in memorization as he looked up at you, the scene burning a greedy memory into his mind. Kept for when missions went for too long, or days where he was needed anywhere else but between your legs.
Your curls wet with sweat, your face scrunched in pleasure, brows furrowed in concentration at your fumble attempt at lowering yourself on his length.
Steve found it humorous, hiding back a chuckle at your struggle. How you slipped and grunted out at every raise of your hips, movements slow and sloppy.
Never used to how fucking big he was, how he could take you so well, whilst you struggled on top of him.
Needing, pleading his help, his soft hands around your hips to bring you that mind scattering pleasure.
Steve reviled in how your thighs could barely wrap around him, pressing into his hips, the soft muscle making him groan. Whilst you weren’t petite by any means, all plump, soft, and curvaceous, you body was still so small compared to Steve. Straining against his mass of muscle, fleshy hips still not enough cushioning for his brutal thrusts.
He’d noticed it from the start, in fact, one of the reasons why he was so enamored by you was because of the noticeable size difference. Moments in Avengers elevators where you could barely meet his shoulders left him hard and throbbing, rerouting his designation to his office to take care of the growing bulge pressing against his jeans.
You were just so short, and in moments like this, where your legs barely brushed against his calf? Where your soft curves trembled across his mass of muscle, where you couldn’t even raise your hips all the way, sent him into a frenzy.
Growing even more hard and increasingly impatient, he pressed his mammoth hands to your meaty hips, bringing them down onto his cock, the erotic sound of skin on skin music to your ears.
You squeaked in surprise, his massive length was too much, it filled you to the brim. Left you shuddering on his lap, eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued his onslaught.
“Eyes open peach, I need to see you” He groaned out, before pistoling his hips up into you. Holding your hips down in a flush, keeping you pierced on his length with nowhere to escape.
Cracking a hesitant eye open, you were met with a sight that sent a wave of slick to your pussy, pulse tightening with the erotic image in front if you.
Steve was laying against the headboard of the bed, his golden locks a messy heap. Mussed with sex and heat, strands stuck to the perspiration on his forehead.
His face was flushed red, his usual pale skin now coloured with arousal and lust. His kiss swollen lips were pulled into his teeth, as he watched your short limbs fail to keep up with his huge frame.
His pace unrelenting and so unforgiving it left you arching your back painfully, begging, crying for reprieve which only spurred him to go deeper.
Planting his feet, Steve drove into you harder, less than a breathe before he dove back in, his length glistening with your slick.
Your pussy latching onto him each time he thrusted back in, the sight left him groaning obscenities into your ear, pulling you lose to him until your tits pressed against his hard chest.
“Please, Stevie, I need it” You groaned, a blubbering mess on top of him. You felt the familiar tightening in your belly, the cord growing thinner and thinner until you were oh so close.
“Fucking velvet, the way your gripping me, shit, sugar, I know, I’ll get you there” He groaned out, sensing your impending orgasm, feeling the tightening of your walls around his cock.
The twitching of your thighs, unable to take on his continued pace. His unrelenting pace. Steve knew all your tells, sensing every goosebumps on your body before it appeared, feel every step off the cliff before you even climbed it, Steve just knew.
He’d ingrained his mind with every release of your quaking body beneath him, memorised you coming apart from his hands, his mouth, his words.
With a large arm wrapped around your back, pressing you to his stomach, his body contorted yours to a new position that sent him deeper within you.
Catching that spongy spot in your walls, crying out in desperation, your fingers pressed into the bed spread, trying to pull away from the pleasure that was too good.
Sensing your body shaking with overstimulated, Steve chuckled at your failed escape, holding his arm tighter, bringing you even closer to the edge.
“There it is, right here huh” Steve groaned, grinding into the spot that sent you into an incoherent mess. Eyes fluttering with stars, hot white pleasure dripping down your spine.
“No no no, you can take it, you will take it. I want you to feel it all, every last bit, I can’t have you running from me huh?”
You merely let out a strangled moan, mind reeling into subconscious desire. Until your brain couldn’t comprehend anything besides him, and the heavenly sensations he was giving you.
You could feel yourself tethering over the edge, your body going plaint against Steve’s, losing motory sensations and cognitive awareness as you succumb to the euphoric saccharine pleasure.
“I’m so close Stevie, so close, please, I need you” You managed to cry out, the coiling burning within you, scorching your belly with hot anticipation, walls fluttering and clenching with need.
You hear Steve groan loudly behind you, grunting out praises and obscenities that fell on muffled ears. Mind too consumed with want, too consumed with reaching the peak.
The bottomless pit of pleasure you were swimming though was reeling it’s head and you gripped Steve tighter, pressing your fingertips deeper into his chest. Indenting into his skin until copper blood sprang forth, you bent down to lick off your abuse, mind hazy and body boneless.
Steve reached done to rub your pulsing clit, pressing his fingers to the bundle of nerves causing you to abruptly jump out. Forcing you to arch your back in overstimulation, eyes glazing with tears at the nearing of your climax.
Fastening his already brutal pace, Steve put his serum laced stamina to good work, barely needed to thrust out before diving back. The squelching sound of skin hitting skin sounding like a bad porno.
Steve buried to the hilt, until his own pelvis slammed into your hips, even the meat of them not enough cushioning for his brutal thrusts. His cock slid easily through your folds, silk velvet walls clamping down, causing him to shout in pleasure, cursing, praising, worshipping you.
Steve Grant Rogers was a dirty sinner, a man plagued with unholy desires and unhinged insatiability.
And he was on his knees, at your altar, begging for repentance.
“It’s too good, you’re too good sugar, been thinking bout this the whole day, this pussy making me hard as fuck halfway through meetings” He groaned out, eyes fluttering close, face warmed and glazed with pleasure.
Steve looked gorgeous like this.
Disheveled and unkempt and dazed and in love, he wasn’t making orders or cramping his back with mission reports. Or growing grey hairs with the stress that was given to him the moment he was laced with serum.
Steve could just lose himself; in you, in pleasure, in the blinding hue of love.
“Christ, just look at you, my gorgeous baby” He growled out, his eyes glowed with a kind of admiration.
As if it would be his greatest honor to die at the hands of you, to die under you, to have his last breathe stolen by you.
And as if he could sense your thoughts, he’s skilled fingers circled your swollen pearl, rubbing with a tenderness that shook you with iridescent pleasure.
Collecting the slick collecting around his buried length, the soppy mess of your arousal coating his fingers, bringing them up to your lips as he dragged the wetness across them. Before dipping his fingers into his own mouth, licking his fingers clean like honey, groaning at the taste.
“The best meal I’ve ever had peaches, I’m a starving man when it comes to you, always” He growled out, eyes darkened as he watched you lick the arousal from your lips. Moaning at his words, his promises, he’s oaths.
Steve drew deeper, newfound determination powering his animalistic and feral pace, trying to get you to the finish line fast enough. He’s prior denial to your orgasm disintegrating after your groaned pleas, he could never deny you for too long.
It was a truth you divulged in for a second, a second before the binded coil snapped in two, splintering into shards of spine burning pleasure.
And before you could blink, before you could let out another whined moan, you were thrown over the edge. Blanketed in white hot pleasure that rang through your entire body, until the tips of your toes and the hairs on your head bristles with your orgasm.
All you could manage was a strangled wail of his name, chanting the syllabus like gospel as the fluttering beginnings of another orgasm began its descent.
“Shit shit shit shit,” Loud profanities rang from the blond, losing himself in you, feeling the depths swam.
“Just like that sugar, fuck, scream my name, I want everyone in the entire fucking world to know your mine, that I’m yours.
Say it, speak my name like it’s burned into your skin, repeat it like it’s the only thing you know” Steve growled out in a croak, his own release nearing, his thrust growing sloppy with burning pleasure and the feeling of your walls around him.
He never quite got used to it, the first sink into you, the way your pussy enveloped him, welcomed him in like he was meant to be there, like he was a part of you, molded for each other lifetimes and centuries ago. Scorched into hot sand and inked into scripture. Destiny made before man, the cards drawn before even Thor was whispered into mythological lineage.
Your walls clamped down in desperation, gripping Steve’s cock like an anchor, sinking its claws and stilling his unrelenting thrusts that grew sloppy with your climax.
You pulsed your cunt impossibly tighter around Steve’s length, pulling him over the cliff, urging him to his release. With one last groan and pushing thrust, Steve finally fell.
Moaning out your name like worship, Steve never faltered his thrusts. Pushing deeper, pulling your hips lower until he was nothing but buried within you, painting you walls full of his white hot pleasure.
His thighs shake with release, thrust sluggish with euphoria.
Coming back from the tethering high, uncraning his bent neck, and opening his eyes, Steve Rogers looked down at you with nothing but pure adoration and love. Wonderment was the only word that could describe his expression, and it was in awe of you.
His cock still pulsed within your walls, and his body shook from the savagery that had just occurred, but Steve just looked at you. Your dazed, blissed expression, your overstimulated high that you were coming off. You never looked any more gorgeous to him then you did now, disheveled and sweaty with the feral, devilish acts you’d just performed.
In moments like this, in nights like this, where it was just the two of you and the music of your bodies, Steve felt infinite. Like the trauma and grief of a man out of time was gone with the wind, until what was left was just you. Just you and him, where time knew no bounds, and the love you shared carried you into Millenia.
Steve felt a lot like that with you, the burning starts of feelings he hadn’t felt in a long time, the anxieties and possibilities and futures he’d lose himself in during missions and debriefs. You had sunk your perfectly manicured finger into the super soldier, and he wasn’t just wrapped, he was goddamn cemented.
Cradling your soft body into his chest, Steve made no moves to lift you off him, content in laying there, his softening cock nestled to the hilt.
“Stevie?” You whispered, brain still scrambled from the mind altering orgasm, body still jittering with the aftershocks. Steve paws, hands smoothing down your goosebumped skin, pressing soft circles across your spine.
He hummed in response, a lazy reply as he basked in the post nut hue granted to him.
“I, I should probably get up” You groaned out, after trying to lift yourself up, his soft but big length gliding along your slick walls, again.
You never quite got used to his size, always wincing when he sat to the hilt, the burn of it sending you into panted breaths, before that world rocking pleasure took over.
Steve groaned out in response to your movement, before gripping your hips back down.
“I just, -not yet, I just wanna feel you, can we stay like this?” Steve whispered back, vulnerability lacing his tone, his eyes shining in a desperate whined way that had you conceding.
Nodding, you rested back against his chest, turning his large body to the side, pressing you softly into him, curling your head into his neck. Breathing out a huff of content.
—-
You had remained like this, molded, conjoined, connected, until the morning rays filtered through the linen curtains of your windowsill. The caramel hues casting a golden glow across the room, the white walls covered in Steve built shelves, picture frames and draped fabric shining with the wake of the sun.
You and Steve always woke with the sun, a hard transition you dealt with out of love when you first moved in. You were used to waking during the moons of the day, the afternoon bustle being the chirping birds to your wake.
Steve woke like he always did, eyes first scanning his surroundings, his ingrained training and suspicion never faulting even in dazed half wake.
You rested against his chest, your thighs pressed to his bent knee, one leg draped over his own. The blankets crumbled and strewn to the side, becoming estranged in your sleep until they rested at the edge.
His length was still nestled in you, warmed and wrapped around your slick velvet walls. Steve took a moment to relish in the luxury, head tilted back, eyes shut as he hummed with satisfaction and gratefulness to whatever god that had given him this gift of you.
Easing out of your still sopping heat, Steve groaned out in the insatiable pleasure he always had for you, your walls tightening even in your sleep, as if to say, come back.
Slowly maneuvering himself off of you, careful not to disturb your slumber, Steve huge body dipped towards the edge of the bed. Cringing slightly at his hugeness, cursing his lazy limbs as they unabashedly knocked over the few things scattered on the bedside table.
As much as Steve had thought he’d grown used to his gigantic frame, 90 years was still not enough for him to grow familiar with his mammoth size. Still the sickly thin boy from Brooklyn, as much as he tried to forget. Steve sometimes felt he was just that, except in a body that wasn’t his, granted to him in a bottle instead of his own brute work.
And even though through missions that required stealth, Steve carried them out in precision and expertise, silent on his feet as if he weighed nothing.
Quick with his moves as if he was made of marble, whenever he’d come home in the early mornings and depths of nights he’d never quite make it to bed without toppling over at least a few vases and hanged ornaments.
You’d never get angry though, simply amused at this exasperation, chuckling at the way he’d forgotten his own large stature. Before he’d turn around and tell you how he’d make sure you’d remember.
He did, every single time.
Carding a hand through mused hair, Steve perched on the edge of the bed, naked and blissed out with sleep and sex.
Turning towards your sleeping frame, he curled back the few coils that sprang forth from your head wrap. Before gliding his hands across the points of your face, fingers following the lines and crevices that he adored so much.
The morning glow casting a bronzing hue across your already pecan skin, Steve reveled in the way you excused utter feminine energy, the aura of you surrounding the room with its thick dulcet.
The edges of you glinting with iridescence, a goddess, he whispered under his breath.
You looked like a goddess undisturbed, asleep, the masking of rest easing the tensions you held so well, the morning shining the indescribable youth you always had at every age.
Pressing a feather kiss to your forehead, Steve gathers the blankets around you, letting you rest for the little time before you’d come tumbling down stairs.
Hastily drugging sweatpants onto his hips, Steve quickly made work of showering and washing the musk of sleep and sex from his body. Making his movements downstairs, his hands jittered with eagerness for the day.
Mind reeling with the taste of coffee he’d brew and your Romanian bread you’d learnt from the likes of Bucky's current cooking obsession.
He loved the sweet loaf of dough you’d make each morning, promising it was better than Bucky’s. Even when you’d protested, chastising him that it was the man himself that taught you, he pulled you into his side at that. Whispering he didn’t care, even whilst Bucky rolled his eyes and smacked him upside the head.
The morning changes colours as it goes through its motions, waves of vermilion and amber paint the granite benches and white encrusted cabinets. The French doors open wide and naked, flushing the kitchen with a luminous light as Steve begins the brewing of coffee.
And almost like a sacred song that called you forth, you made your sleepy, and very unbalanced descend down the stairs.
Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you found purchase on one of the stools perched on the island. Dazed bliss wrapped you like a blanket as you knelt your chin on your hand, eyes silently watching your lover.
After a few moments of hummed silence, apart from the occasional rustle of trees and animals burrowed into the spring bushes, you cut the comfort with a small chuckle. Eyes still watching Steve moving around, his limbs lazy with sleep but still efficient with that never leaving agility.
“You know you don’t always have to do this, make coffee” You shrugged out, it was tedious work, something you hated doing living alone. Something you solved with the many expensive coffee shops on street corners.
Sure you missed the sweet nutty taste of freshly brewed coffee, but you weren’t going to sweat your way through the precision and carefulness it took.
He simply hummed back, and before you thought he hadn’t heard you, which was impossible, he turned towards you with a glinting smile.
“I know, I just want to” He voiced back huskily and low with the early morning air.
You hummed back, grinning at the way he was so utterly kind and thoughtful, so careful and knowing and good. You didn’t even ask him to make coffee everyday for you, he just did it.
And it brought you to tears because you had never experienced someone doing that, just think of you, do things for your convenience. Occupy their mind with your desires, your wants, your needs.
Sure you fell in love, but in all the years on earth, and all the experience of past relationship’s, you had never, never had a love like this.
It marched you over to his towering height, face pressing into his chest. You could never reach his shoulders, eyes squeezing in gratitude and love.
“Well thank you, Stevie, even if it’s some ingrained thing in you to be fucking amazing. Still, you’re too good to me” You mumbled out into him.
He laughed at that, reaching down to wrap his hands around your face;
“I like the blissed look on your face when I fill that mug of yours even more” He smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. All the fervor still there but without the feralness of last night.
You snorted into the kiss, lips twisting with humor as you leaned back to look him in the eye.
“Ew gross, you two are a bunch of goddamn rabbits in heat” You hear the sounds of the soldier before you see his stomping feet come from the hallway. Steve hardened against you, shocked by his friends arrival.
“Bucky. What are you doing here so early?” Steve grumbled out, obviously vexed by the rude intrusion into the start of another spine tingling fucking.
“I keep hearing my name in your mouth Steve, and I don’t like that..” Bucky begins his saunter towards the blonde, as Steve rolls his eyes Bucky simply titters him with narrowing blues.
“Disrespecting my cooking? Calling my beloved loaves,” He mockingly blinked back false tears at that.
“My Romanian bread distasteful? While I don’t doubt that this girl over here’s cooking is good and all, but to call her hardened block of flour superior to my sweet heavenly bread..”
“Hey!” You tore out, half amused at Bucky’s rambling over bread and the increasing annoyance that crept into Steve’s face.
“So while you may be wrapped around her little finger, you’ve gotta have some decency to truth here Stevie. No need to lie, just admit my bread is better, that's it,” Bucky continues his early morning ramble, left hand on his hip, whilst his right motions around him.
His hand making circular motions resembling whipping towards the blond, the ex assassin was a sight to behold.
Steve begins pushing him through the door, eager in getting him out to continue what he started.
“And even if her pussy is that good it’s no match for carbs Steve! Quit the lyin’ and give in!” Steve harshly shoved him through the brownstone doors at that, eyes narrowing at his audacity. Whilst you grinned at the childish alteration that didn’t seem real this early in the morning.
You could still hear the mumbled shouts from outside as Bucky tried to peruse Steve into his unmoving truth. That food was more important than girlfriends and relationships and everything he didn’t have.
Finally alone, Steve looked back towards you with an unreadable expression. Leaning against the brown doors, blue eyes scanning your face.
“You know he’s right” Steve began, head tilted back until it hit the hardwood.
“What?” You questioned, Steve hadn’t really thought Bucky’s rambling was coherent, right?
“You have me wrapped around your finger darling” He smiled at the way your amused smile flashed into raised shock.
He leaned forward bringing you up to his chest, causing you to tumble towards him.
“I’m practically pussy whipped” He mumbled into your ear grinning at the way you gulped nervously, goosebumps littering your skin as you took in the truth of his words.
His vulgar, slang, words he no doubt learned from Sam. Steve’s eyes musing towards your already pulsing heat, pussy slick with arousal at Steve’s unabashed confession.
Steve pressed his lips to yours, pulling your curled bun towards his face. Brushing his hands over your rounded ass, Steve gripped and massaged the curve, grinning when you let out a squeak.
But before Steve could venture further, an all too familiar booming voice rumbled into the living room. Feet stomping with new determination as if they had already failed at their mission before.
Bucky stalked in, grinning with a smile, except he had dragged along Sam this time. Earning a loud groan of annoyance from Steve as you all but snickered at Bucky’s unrelenting mission of proving Steve wrong.
“Here, an unbiased decider, so that the final say won’t be tainted by..l-..love” Bucky made a childish gagging voice, “I hope you’ve sharpen your knives doll face, cause I’m coming for you jugular” Bucky smirked before quickly dodging the punch Steve threw.
His legs scurrying away in laughter as he made his way to the kitchen, already setting up measuring cups and glass bowls.
Steve grumbled about today being a relaxing morning, eyes burning holes into Bucky’s moving frame. Cursing his oldest friend under his breath.
You turned towards him, draping your arm over his shoulder, feet on the tips, hands scratching the hairs on the nape of his neck.
“I better go protect my name, can’t have him slandering my cooking” You smiled looking up at the blonde.
“Don’t worry,” Steve whispered into your ear, “You’ve got Sam in the palm of your hand as well” Steve smirked.
Even if Sam never admitted it, he’d grown to adore you, and would take any chance given to go against Bucky. Relishing in the soldier’s exasperation over his disrespected cooking, unbiased your ass.
“Oh, I know, why do you think I’m giving Buck over here a head start” You grinned back motioning to the soldier busing himself with flour and sugars, mind going over the notes he no doubt made for the day.
Steve watched your retreating form with a smile, resting his head on the wall near the hallway ottoman. His eyes crinkling at the way you stood with your hands on your hips as Bucky tried to strangle the flour away, keeping it hostage in his side, Sam moving to unlatch it from his cradle.
Picking up the hastily thrown shoes Bucky ripped off in his scurry from Steve, he placed it on the shoe rack near the front door. He never missed the way your fluffy slippers stood out against his black combat boots, somehow a perfect fit, the perfect mold.
He never wanted to stop tasting your morning bread, or miss your fired tongue at Bucky’s unnecessary condescension. Such fire and snide compacted in such a small body. You put the ex-assassin, killer avenger in his place without hesitation, something Steve never stopped telling you he adored.
Steve couldn’t remember his life before you, a simply frazzled memory that left him speechless at its reality. That he had gone a life without you in it, gone a life without the three people he loved more than himself arguing in the kitchen.
The bickering voices of Sam, Bucky and you, played the soundtrack to the life he lives now. And Steven Grant Rogers, wouldn’t trade it for the world.
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cassieb1617 · 2 years
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Late night dance💌
Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Fluff, angst at the beginning
Summary: Bucky had a nightmare and called you but things ended different than expected.
Warnings: violence at the beginning (Bucky’s nightmare); I thinks that’s it let me know if there is more
A/N: I’m back at writing again I finished my exams and I’m not that stressed anymore. Feel free to give feedback or request something, as I am now writing for both the MCU and Harry Potter <3
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The asian looking man looked frightened at the winter soldier. “I-I didn’t see anything!” His voice was shaking and the assassin pointed his gun at him and he shot him.
Bucky woke up with a gasp and shot out of his self made bed on the floor. Another nightmare. His chest and forehead were covered in a thin layer of sweat. Looking at a clock he checked the time. 4:57 am. The ex-assassin sighed in frustration, just one night where he’d get sleep without a nightmare. A dream. He stretched his vibranium-arm toward the couch beside him and searched for his phone with the only other number he called besides his therapist’s. There was a beeping and a high chance that the owner of the number was asleep but Bucky got his hopes up either way. He was that little before he would’ve ended the call but then-
“Hello?” Your voice was still full of sleep and Bucky suddenly felt guilty for waking you up but he was distressed and you said that he could call you anytime. “Hey (Y/n), I-uh, were you asleep?” It’s a stupid question and he knows that. It’s 5 am, of course you were sleeping. “Bucky, are you okay?” You dismissed his question as if he didn’t just crashed your beauty sleep but this is Bucky. You would never sleep again to make sure he was okay.
“Yeah, I’m okay I just-I don’t know why I called you nevermi-“ he was about to tell you to go back to sleep and end the call but you beat him to it. “Should I come over? I won’t need long and we can watch a movie or something.” You sounded so sweet. You always did, in Bucky’s opinion you’re an angel, someone sent from above for him to take care of and love. Love. It was such a big word and an even bigger emotion but Bucky was sure that he never loved someone as much as he loved you. If only you would reciprocate his feelings.
“Yeah that-that would be nice, doll.” His answer was simple and with an even more simple okay, see you soon you ended the call.
It was around fifteen minutes later that he heard your knocking on the door and he stood up to open it. What he wasn’t expecting was you standing in front of him with sleepy eyes and in one of his shirts and sweatpants that you must’ve taken with you from all the times you’ve slept here. You looked adorable, puffy eyes and in clothes that were at least two sizes to big for you.
In his mind you’ve always been adorable. The first time he saw you, you were there when the avengers fell apart and you were waiting for Bucky and Steve to get on the jet at the airpot to bring them to the other super soldiers and to stop Zemo. You weren’t working in the field but rather as an medic and Steve called you so you could help them and of course you said yes because you have a big heart and Steve needed your help. It was one of the firt things he noticed about you, that you were always there for everyone on the team, it didn’t matter if it was tending injuries or just for them to rant to you about something that was bothering them. You were there and actually listened. And to him too, even if you didn’t know him but you said ‘a friend of Steve is a friend of mine’. Sometimes, Bucky thought, your heart was too big. You always looked out for everyone, taking their problems from them and mending them yourself but never did you talk to anyone and Bucky wanted to change that. And so he did, with that a beautiful friendship was built and maybe, just maybe, something more. The rest was history.
“Hey Bucky.” You said it with an tired smile and Bucky welcomed you in. No further words were exchanged as this wasn’t the first time that this happened. You settled on the couch next to his self made bed and curled yourself together while Bucky brought you a blanket and tucked you in. At first he was embarrassed because he slept on the floor like some kind of dog but then you told him that Sam and Steve did that once too and that it’s normal for most people who once worked on the field. After that he wasn’t that ashamed about it anymore, you had that affect on him. Or maybe he was just ‘whipped’ as Sam likes to say.
As you both watched the remake of some silly, old show you noticed that your tiredness vanished and you were wide awake. Bucky, as it seems, felt the same as his following question came out of the blue. “Care to dance?” And he held out his hand. You looked at him, trying to figure out what to say to his invitation to the late night dance. “Sure.” And Bucky thanked all of the gods above that in that precise moment the show played music. He had to admit that having a TV doesn’t seem to bad.
The dance was slow and the steps uncoordinated. Bucky, although knowing the steps, hadn’t danced since the 40s and you being flustered didn’t make it any easier but it was fun nonetheless. He drew you in closer, god you were so close he just had to tilt his head down a bit and he could kiss you and that’s what he did, shocking the two of you. He didn’t know if it was bravery or just hope or whatever was wrong with him but it was as if you called him, shouted at him to kiss you that he just took his chance. And, god, he was just so happy that after a few moments you kissed back, he could’ve jumped up and down like some kind of puppy.
When you parted was a moment of silence, both of you collecting your thoughts. “You should’ve taken me out ln dinner first, you know, that’s how it’s normally done.” A beat. And then you were laughing, the two of you like it was the funniest thing you ever heard. The both of you looked at each other and smiled softly, the kind of smile where Sam would say ‘it’s so cute I think I have to throw up’ but it worked. “You want to go out with me sometime, doll?” The question was more silly than the show that’s still going on in the background. “Well, I can’t just say no to you now, can I?” And he chuckled.
You never needed many words with each other but that was okay because you understood it either way.
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awesomerextyphoon · 3 years
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Together With You
This was supposed to be my third entry for the amazing @stargazingfangirl18, @navybrat817, and @donutloverxo’s Happy Hoelidays Challenge, but I got caught up with other things. So enjoy!
Summary: Both you and Sam are stuck at one Tony’s winter cabins for the holidays, but it may not be what it seems.
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Soft Dark! Black Plus-Sized Female Reader
Rating: 18+/Explicit
Word Count: 2.9K
Warning: Smut, slight Dub-Con, Fluff, Oral (f receiving), Angst, slight Emotional Manipulation, Some Artistic License around Machine Learning and Artificial Intelligence
A/N: This is my first (intentional) Dark!Reader fic! I did not beta’d this so all the mistakes are my own. Also, I made Sam’s backstory before FATWS (now CATWS). Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics
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“Did you get the invite?” Wanda asked as you cringed at the gaudy Christmas Card.
It came as no surprise that you were invited to Tony’s Winter Escape. He had all set. It was to be held at a plush cabin in the woods with decorating, snowball fights (really, Tony), Secret Santa gift exchanges, and off-key caroling.
You almost had to participate in an Ugly Sweater Contest, but Natasha (thankfully) shot Tony with one her patented Death Glares.
“Yes. It’s better than spending it with my folks,” you replied. Your brother was bringing his in-laws and you didn’t need the drama. His wife’s mother didn’t approve of your prior lifestyle and actions, but she still took your money (bitch).
Honestly, it was a miracle that you’re working for SHIELD and not rotting in jail.
Why? Well…you stole over $27M from rich assholes.
People would say hackers could never pull off their stunts in real life, but it came easy to you. During your senior year of high school, you were messing around with Artificial Intelligence and Machine Learning once Web Development began to bore you. Soon you created a program that could simultaneously scour and disrupt data of any database, bypassing any and all firewalls/security measures without a trace.
You didn’t think much of it until one winter’s morning when your older sister ran to her room crying that she had to drop out of college. You knew she worked her ass off making stellar grades and arduous internships. It just wasn’t fair.
A few days later, you spotted an obscenely wealthy man sneer at a homeless man asking for some change. The rich bastard scoffed and tossed a $50 bill to the poor man and sped off in his Lamborghini.
I can’t believe this! My sister has to give up the dreams she busted her ass for, but this fucker can sit in his overpriced car and laugh at the world with his oodles of cash!!
The next day you launched RBHood, a Machine Learning program designed to hack in and transfer money from the accounts of rich assholes and into the wallets of people who needed it.
You started small, researching the names of Wall St. Bankers and other robber barons who deserved to lose some cash. Seriously, $100K is a rounding error to them. You used the money that you commandeered to pay off student loans, medical bills, rent, and mortgages for your friends and family.
You became a type of modern Robin Hood in your community.
Unfortunately, you had gotten a little too confident in your skills.
It started out like any other day. You were checking in on RBHood to see if one of the transfers was completed. Old Mrs. Harrison needed some money to make her medical bills.
Right after you finished breakfast, you heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was either your brother or one of his friends that had a crush on you, you answer it.
It was the FBI. You were being arrested for Cyber Theft and Fraud.
Turns out one money manager was doing their job.
Somehow SHIELD was able to spring you from jail and expunge your record in exchange for working in their IT Division. You were a little mad at first, but the great salary and well not going to prisonmade up for it.
Plus, being in semi-close proximity to The Avengers was an added bonus. You didn’t believe how many times your folks asked if you’ve met them yet.
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“Great! I can’t wait to spend some time out of the city!” Wanda exclaimed while Nat nodded in agreement.
“If nothing else, it’ll give you some quality time with Sam,” Nat crooned as she left to get another cup of coffee.
“Why’d you have to bring that up, Nat!” you yelled at her retreating form.
“She’s not wrong, you know,” Wanda pointed out.
She wasn’t. You’ve been crushing on Sam Wilson ever since you laid eyes on him.
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You’ve been at SHIELD for 15 months and at Avengers Tower for 4 when Wanda Maximoff came to you with an issue, someone was trying to hack her phone.
It only took you two minutes to find the fucker and make them deeply regret it.
She thanked you profusely and invited you to coffee. You’ve been friends ever since.
A few months later, you and Wanda were having Movie Night in the Avengers’ Common Room when you saw him.
Sam was coming back from a sparring session with Steve and Bucky. He waved as he made his way to the fridge for his water bottle.
It felt like the world stopped when you locked eyes with him.
Samuel Thomas Wilson was a vision of masculine beauty. He was tall (6’2.25” /1.89m) with rich polished brown skin and copper undertones. His eyes were a soulful deep brown with flecks of dithered amber. He had deliciously broad shoulders, muscular arms, drool-worthy chest and abs, thick thighs, and a succulently round ass wrapped in a tight-fitting short-sleeved maroon Henley and black workout pants.
It took Wanda five minutes to bring you back from your lust-filled haze. She smirked at your expression while you prayed to whatever higher power that Sam didn’t see you drool.
You were able to get close with the rest of the Avengers. It didn’t hurt that they loved your cooking, especially your Grandmother’s Southern Blueberry and Peach Cobblers (Nat’s had to break up a few fights because of them).
Though it did hurt that Sam always kept his distance.
You were gonna have to change that and this Winter Escape was just the thing.
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So it was no surprise that you were the first one to arrive at the ‘cabin’ by the lake.
You were surprised by how un-cabin-like the place was. It was a luxury lodge with at least 20 rooms, a living room, dining room, multiple car garage, and a ballroom (?) situated by a spectacular lake and near the foot of a small mountain range.
Tony loves to showboat.
You were ecstatic that you got to call dibs until you realized Tony had assigned rooms.
Neat.
At least you shared your bathroom with Wanda.
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You were about to take a shower when you heard Sam’s voice ring through the lodge. This was your chance. You came out to greet him in a sexy classic burnt orange robe with a silk belt tied around your waist accentuating your soft curves.
You didn’t fail to notice the movement of Sam’s Adam’s Apple as he audibly gulped.
“Hey, we might be the only ones here for a bit. There’s heavy snowfall in the area.”
He was right, it wasn’t supposed to let up until Christmas Night.
“We’ll have to make the best of it,” you remarked flashing Sam with your best smile.
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Sam took a nap in his room while you made Teriyaki-glazed Salmon with steamed broccoli, brown rice and yeast rolls brushed with honey butter for dinner and Chocolate Salted Caramel Lava Cakes for dessert.
You didn’t feel the need to hide your talents since it’s just the two of you.
“Wow! This is amazing!” Sam praised as he came down the steps in a Black Lapel Burgundy Suit. The outfit was well-fitted yet straining over his lustful body.
You figured it was payback from earlier.
You tried to make small talk about his time as an Avenger, but he wouldn’t budge.
So you tried another tactic.
“What was your childhood like?”
Sam dropped his utensils at the question, folded his hands together, and gave you a blank stare.
“You really want to know, huh?”
You nodded slowly. How bad was this gonna be?
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Sam was no stranger to violence and anguish.
Both his parents were killed by gun violence. His brother, Gideon, walked on him and Sarah a few years after their mother was killed in a robbery gone awry. Sam tried his best to be there for Sarah after she had to move to Louisiana to live with their maternal grandmother.
He joined the military when the recruiters plucked him from the line-up out of a need of some serious finances (poverty draft) and lack of prospects. It took Riley’s death for him to lose his respect for the Afghanistan War and the US Military.
Felt like the people closest to him always got hurt or were forced to leave him.
It’s a wonder he didn’t let himself be consumed by it.
Your heart ached not just for your crush, but for a man who has gone through so much.
Sam didn’t know why he told you about his childhood. Not even Steve knew the whole backstory.
He wanted to say it was because you were the only other person there, but he knew better. It was because you made him feel things that he was buried deep in his heart and he hated it.
And yet, was it so bad?
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You decided to go against the pre-approved movies list and watched Jumping the Broom and Brandy’s Cinderella. Sam laughed at your singing along with the characters while being secretly impressed with your skill.
You smirked to yourself knowing you were chipping away at your resolve.
The two of you spent the last hours of the day decorating the foyer, living and dining rooms with Tony’s extravagant and somewhat zany materials.
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Christmas Eve started out on a good note.
Both of you made breakfast consisting of cinnamon rolls, spinach and mushrooms frittatas with freshly squeezed orange-pineapple juice.
Sam suggested the two of you have a snowball fight since there was so much snow outside. It ended after two hours due to you landing a KO hit on him.
You made Chicken Fried Steak w/Mashed Potatoes and Gravy, Snickerdoodle Apple Cobbler while Sam nursed his ego. He almost ran to the kitchen enthralled by the sonata of aroma.
Gotcha!
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You wore an elegant ruby Just Between Us Sweater Dress for Christmas Eve dinner giving Sam an excellent view of your cleavage. Not to be outdone, Sam wore a Phthalo Green Flannel with a Feather White sweater.
Honestly, he looked better than any cover model. It took all your willpower not to rub your thighs together.
Dinner was yet another departure from Tony’s plan as it consisted of Doopio Mezzaluna Pizza, Simple Italian Salad, and Three-Layer Semifreddo.
“Hey, why don’t you make this for the team?” Sam inquired as he took another bite of pizza.
“Tony would never let me live it down or leave the kitchen.” you retorted.
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“Let’s dance,” you suggested hoping to dispel the shroud of unease filling the dining room
Sam led you to the makeshift ballroom and turned the music to ‘Christmas Waltz’. The first melody started out slow, but it picked up the moment he took your hand.
You were gliding across the floor.
“Where did you learn to dance like this?”
“My mother thought it best that Gideon and I should know how to take a lady dancin’”
Well, Mrs. Wilson did know how to raise princes. Okay one, but that’s better than most mothers.
After the first two dances, you laid your head on his chest while led you along, his and your hips swaying slowly to the music.
You mustered your courage and looked up into Sam’s eyes, “May I kiss you?”
He smiled and gave it to you.
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The kiss was everything. Thor’s lightning bolts could’ve shot through you and you wouldn’t know the difference. It made your toes curl and your head feel light.
Sam moaned once his tongue got past your full lips. Both of you wrestled for dominance. You loved the way his deft fingers caressed your body causing you to wonder if he was going to take you then and there.
Once you finally broke for air, Sam smirked and asked, “Yours or mine?”
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The two of you were a mass of entangled limbs desperate to feel as much as you can of the other’s body.
“I can’t believe I’ve denied myself this,” Sam murmured into your neck as he gave you a hickey.
Soon you found yourself down to lingerie with Sam less than a foot away from you, his eyes darkening with lust.
Sam couldn’t help it. He always had a crush on you. He loved your curves. Bucky would rib every time he caught Sam looking at your ass. You were everything he could ever want in a lover. You were kind, a bit snarky, funny, had a rapier wit, hella smart (hacked Tony’s screen with anime gifs and YouTube videos as a way to lift his spirits after a grueling mission), empathetic, easy to talk to, and compassionate.
He was lucky to have you in his life.
You got on the bed and curled your forefinger in a ‘come hither command.
That was all Sam needed.
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You couldn’t tell anyone what happened in the last two minutes. One second Sam was giving you a predator’s gaze, the next he had you on your back with his head in between your thick thighs.
“I finally have you,” Sam murmured while kissing and marking your inner thighs with love bites all while sending chills down your spine and heat to your core. He ripped off your panties like copy paper. You mewled and moaned when he gave your slit a long, slow lick.
“Better than Asgardian Mead,” Sam moaned as he dove in for more.
Sam went to work attacking your folds with his tongue and fingers making sure to reach every crevice. He alternated between swirling his tongue around your clit, your nectar fueling his near insatiable appetite.
You were in ecstasy. This was everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more. His ministrations were sending you into a new world of pleasure. You tightened your thighs’ grip on him as he continued to dangle you over the precipice of an orgasm.
“Come for me, baby,” Sam commanded and you did.
The orgasm felt like a tsunami and your juices gushing like a raging river. He got every last drop.
Once you got down from your high, you got out of your position. Sam tried to push you back down, but you stopped him, “Not tonight love,” You were going to be on top.
Sam smirked and performed a cheeky striptease. You were drooling as Sam revealed his immaculate body. Slowly, you lowered your gaze only to be slack-jawed at the sight of his bulge.
“Like what you see, honey?” Sam smirked as he cocked his head to the side.
You could only bite your bottom lip and nod.
Sam swayed his hips a little as he took off the rest of his garments.
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Sam’s dick was a masterpiece. How to describe the sheer majesty. It was long, thick, veiny, and weeping at the tip. You knew you hit the jackpot. People’s Magazine be damned.
You accidentally let out a short yelp when it wobbled with each of Sam’s movements. You knew you had to be on top for this; if nothing else than to prove it to yourself.
Sam smirked and got on the bed while you positioned yourself with your ass facing him. Luckily, you were already wet from before.
You expertly coated his dick with your juices and lowered yourself.
The first few seconds hurt like a motherfucker. You never had such a huge dick in you. You wondered how Sam was able to hide it so well.
He let you get used to him before squeezing your luscious ass, “Time to get going, duchess.”
Sam moaned at how good you felt around him squeezing him like a vice loving the way your ass looked and felt as you were riding him knowing that he was going to be the only one to feel it.
He started to move his hips in tandem with your movements. You moaned at how deep he went. Each thrust hit you just right sending you higher and higher. You played with your clit intensifying the feeling so that it would be ingrained in your mind’s eye.
Sam almost bellowed to keep himself from climaxing too soon. He never felt like this. It was as if he’d found his match. You were being such a good girl, his girl.
After ten minutes of mind-numbing ecstasy, you came again. The intensity of the orgasm reverberating throughout your body.
Sam came with a primal roar not long afterward.
You wanted to catch your breath, but Sam tutted and flipped you over so that he was on top. His eyes darkened again as he took in your fabulous form. He felt honored to be gazing upon your glorious curves, supple brown skin, and dazzling smile.
Your heart melted at his expression. It wasn’t the disrespectful gazes that dominated the ones you got from your fellow SHIELD agents. It was one of complete devotion, admiration, and a primordial lust that gave you chills.
“We’re not done, honey. Not even close,” Sam growled.
Your giggle soon turned into a moan as he thrusted into you.
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Somehow you were stayed up later than your new lover.
Sure you jammed up communications sending the team to different locations, hacked into the GPS so that no one could find you via tech, bribed Wanda with some alone time with Vision, but it was well worth the reprimand you’ll be getting from Tony and Fury.
Well, you hoped the rest of the team would have a great time in Cancun. Maybe Wanda will be able to win the pot this time.
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lipstickbisous · 3 years
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pool/ beach sex with sam wilson?
i’m sorry if that’s weird lol
sand ⟶ sam wilson
a/n: thank you thank you for participating lovely anon, i can assure you, this was not weird! beach sex, although i'll never do it because no sand in my cooch for me, is hot hot hot!! and i wanted to write this as night beach sex!
pairing: sam wilson x female!reader
summary: sand on my skin, salt in my hair, him in her legs.
warnings: public sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (use protection), dirty talk, daddy kink, fingering, unfinished smut 18+ MINORS DNI
the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.
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"god, sam, we can't be doing this!" you whisper, and despite the crashing waves and the shore growing closer and closer to you two, your voice seemed like the loudest sound. "we're gonna get caught!"
his chuckle is deep and comes from a certain spot in his chest, and it makes the little ache in your core stronger. "don't worry, baby," you can almost see his smile in the moonlight. his hand grips yours as he leads you closer and closer to the water. he immediately pulls your skirt from your waist, enjoying the sound of your giggles.
sam begins to kiss at your neck when you push him away, slipping off the gray sweater he'd worn that morning. "jesus, i can't believe we're doing this," you laugh, interrupting yourself with a moan when his fingers rubbed over your clothed cunt.
"doesn't sound like you're not enjoying it?" he cocks a brow and lays you down. the sand is slightly itchy and it starts to knot your hair, but there isn't a single part of you that cares because his lips are running down your stomach, peeling the tank top from your skin. he sneaks his palm through your underwear and begins to rub at your clit, letting his finger-pads tease their way, circling the rim of your hole.
your hands are fumbling at his belt buckle, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them off his legs. he stands so they pool at his feet and he kicks them off. the jeans are discarded with the rest of your clothes. "come on, sam," you groaned when his lips attached themselves to your neck again and he pushed himself past your guard.
he was thick and heavy, so that every time he pulled out only to slam himself against your spot there was a heavy weight inside you that stretched you so wide, you thought you'd split. "fuck, sam!" you yell, slapping a hand over your mouth. the scent of the ocean water pushing closer and closer to your bodies increases, and you can feel the chilliness of the water against your arm.
"not my name, sweetheart," he chuckles, groaning in your shoulder when he slides into a new angle.
your eyes roll, both from annoyance and from the pleasure. "daddy," it flew past your lips like liquid gold, precious to his ears.
"what is it, baby?" he pauses, his hips halting their movements altogether. he's buried inside you, so deep that you can feel him against the tiny internal opening. he's throbbing against your walls, you know he wants to move, but all he does is smirk down at you.
you furrow your brows, pouting your bottom lip before biting on it and pulling it between your teeth. "daddy," you whine, slipping into the head space and placing your sand-covered hands on his chest. "please make me cum."
how can he say no to your puppy dog eyes?
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megamindsecretlair · 7 months
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It Started With a Whisper - Chapter 4
Chapter 3 Chapter 5
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some sentences are intentional AAVE. Cursing, SMUT. Unprotected PIV (wrap it!), oral fem receiving, fingering fem receiving, dirty talk, pet names, possession kink. Mentions of emotionally abusive family, family trauma, and caregiving. I'm fudging the timeline a bit. Dom Sam, some fluff. Sorry if I missed some!
Summary: You are the front desk clerk who started a few months ago and you have a major crush on Sam Wilson, the handsome and sweet trauma counselor. Sam took you on another sweet date, but you had other plans.
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Sam invited you out for a picnic. You hadn’t thought he was serious. So far, he had taken you on a few more dates, each more romantic than the last. Every time you arrived home, you had to pinch yourself. You couldn’t help waiting for the other shoe to drop, but maybe there wasn’t a shoe.
Maybe that was just who Sam was. He was thoughtful, kind, hilarious as hell, and you wanted to be around him more and more. The coffee dates at work weren't enough. Staying up with him on the phone wasn’t enough. Falling asleep to the deep tenor of his voice wasn’t enough. You saw him all day at work, talked to him all night, and went on a handful of dates.
So, on a crisp Saturday afternoon, Sam took you on an honest to God picnic in Gravelly Point Park. It was a stretch of flat, grassy land with a spattering of trees in the distance. It overlooked the Potomac and on such a clear day, the Washington memorial was like a beacon. 
Overhead, planes flew by intermittently as they landed. You had mentioned that you loved watching planes once. And here you were, watching planes with Sam. He had spread a large red and black plaid blanket on the ground and packed you a few sandwiches, juice, water, fruit, and chocolate.
“Who helped you plan this one?” You asked.
“Smart ass. I did this myself. I need some credit,” he said. He looked absolutely delicious in a crimson sweater with the sleeves rolled up, dark jeans, and boots. He braced his arm on his leg and faced towards you.
You wore short pants and a breezy top. The weather was exceptionally nice. You brought a jacket just in case, but you loved to feel the sun on your skin. You turned your face towards the sun a little, your sandwich abandoned for the time being.
“Do you always eat so slow?” Sam asked.
“Shut up!” You said and laughed. You picked a piece of bread off of your sandwich and threw it at him. He caught it and laughed, chucking it into his mouth. You watched him lick his lips. 
You casted your eyes towards your sandwich while your mind went to all sorts of dirty places. “I got used to making sure my family ate before I did,” you said. 
It still wasn’t easy talking about your family. You promised to do so, but you kept waiting for Sam to get frustrated like Ariel did. For him to cut you off or reprimand you for catering to them before you catered to yourself. You looked at him. He looked at you patiently, no hint of judgment or recrimination. 
You sighed. Sam didn’t do anything to you. And in your mind, he was America’s most wanted. It soured the delicious taste of the sandwich on your tongue. Your emotions were all over the place. And it wasn’t fair to him.
“Somewhere, somehow, my mom just…stopped being my mom. The dynamics shifted. I became the parent and she became my child. By extension, so did my siblings. And it’s not their fault. It’s no one’s fault. But it’s not easy breaking those habits,” you explained.
“What have you tried to do to break it?” He asked.
You shrugged and ate a bite of the sandwich, letting the rich flavors give you an excuse not to answer right away. A plane flew overhead and you watched the underbelly, trying to guess which airline it was.
When you finished, you looked at him. “Little things. Making my siblings do more of their share. Not running like a hound whenever my mom needs something.” 
Sam nodded. “People don’t always like to change when they’ve gotten used to someone taking care of them.” 
“My mom is the worst. She expects it like…like I need to serve her before anyone else. And God forbid I make dinner and put my plate down first. You’d think I slapped her. So of course, I feel guilty and try to make it better. Then my food is cold and now I’m pissed.” 
Sam nodded. “Have you talked to her about it?” 
You chewed on another bite of sandwich, mulling your answer over. “How do you get a brick wall to understand that they’re hurting you? I tell her things, like hey, this is bothering me. She says sorry but keeps doing it.” You shrug. You avoided his gaze. You hated talking about your mom.
Somehow, it always made you feel crappy. As if you were a horrible person talking about the woman who birthed and raised you. Pathetically, you clung to the memories of when your mom was full of life. When she would swing you around and dance with you in the kitchen during Thanksgiving. It was hard to look at her now when she needed so much attention and care. 
“Hey, tell me about what you would be doing if you weren’t at the VA,” he said with a smile. He was giving you an out. Try as you might, it was difficult to guard your heart against him. 
You smiled. “I actually don’t know. I wanted to do a lot of things while I was in college. I studied a lot of different things. I thought I wanted to be a teacher, or psychologist, or criminologist. I volunteered once at a homeless shelter, got to talking to some of the vets. Reminded me of my dad, since he served. I switched to a social degree, so VA there I went,” you said. 
Sam nodded. “I love that. You work really well with people.”
“You’re just trying to butter me up,” you said. You finished off your sandwich. Sam chuckled and took a sip of water. You watched him drink it, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. You looked over the expanse of his neck, his wide shoulders, and the forearms visible because of his rolled sleeves.
Another plane flew overhead and you snapped out of it. You shouldn’t be openly ogling him. But how could you not? He was so damn hot. 
“Come here,” Sam said.
You looked at him, confused, but scooted closer. You sat at an angle so that your shoulder was pressing into his chest. He ran his thumb over the corner of your mouth.
“You had some mustard there,” he said. He pushed his thumb into your mouth and you licked away the mustard. A tingle spread from your thighs outward. Sam pulled his thumb away, his brown eyes darkening as he looked at your mouth. You looked at his.
He kissed you slowly with all of the time in the world. He licked your lips and you made a noise in the back of your throat. You scooted closer to him, though there was nowhere to go. He sucked on your bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth like he wanted to devour you.
Sounds receded. There was only his breath fanning over your and the slide of his fingers around the back of your head, drawing you closer. Your hand was on his thigh, feeling the muscles bunch.
You could have sat there for a minute or an hour. It was you and him and the soft breeze. The tingle worked its way up one side of your body and down the other. Your panties grew damp as he kissed you. He nibbled on your bottom lip before swooping back in for another pass. 
Painfully, he leaned back and you chased him before he pressed his forehead against yours. “Been hurtin’ for your kisses lately,” he whispered against your lips.
“It’s all I can think about,” you confessed. Whenever he spoke, whenever he laughed, you were drawn to the way his mouth moved. To his wide lips and the way he smiled. He either smiled like he knew a secret you didn’t or like the whole world was his for the taking. 
“Come back to my place,” he said.
He hadn’t phrased it as a question, more of a quiet demand. Without hesitation, you smiled. “Race you to the car.” 
He chuckled as you leaned away and started helping him pack away the picnic. A thrill raced through you. Anticipation made your movements jerky, out of control. Both of you were giggling and out of breath as you shoved the remaining food and fruit into the basket. 
You stood up and Sam picked up the blanket and shook it out. He didn’t bother folding it neatly. He rolled it into a messy ball and grabbed your hand. He dragged you to the car and giggles escaped you.
At the car, he gave you a quick peck. He opened the door for you and took the basket out of your hands. He threw it into the backseat with the blanket. You got into the car, out of breath and a little sweaty. He closed the door behind you and jogged to his side of the car.
He got in and looked at you, reaching over and grabbing your chin to pull you in for another kiss. “Start the damn car, Sam,” you said. He chuckled.
You ran your hands over your thighs to dry them. You were wound tight, full of raw need. Desire pooled low in your belly. 
Sam chuckled and started up the car, peeling out of the parking lot and headed towards his place. Once there, Sam let you out of the car but couldn’t resist pulling you close. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he kissed you again. 
You both giggled as he pulled away. Barriers had fled out of the window. There was no time for thinking. You felt like a teenager again, making out for the first time. Everything was new and vibrant.
You wanted to keep touching him. To rub the soft fibers of his sweater in between your fingers. To feel the rough denim of his jeans. The smoothness of his skin. He nuzzled your temple and took a deep breath.
He grabbed the food and blanket from his car before taking your hand and walking up to his place. It was lovely on the outside. A small townhome suitable for a bachelor. He let you walk in first and you braced yourself for the worst.
There was no need. The place had an inviting, colorful feel to it. You immediately stepped into his living room, with a small couch and table. There were pictures and paintings on the wall. He had a lamp with a wooden base over by the window. His living room walls were green but it didn’t look like it carried all over the house.
He had a surprisingly large dinner table for just one man and you peeked at his small kitchen with oak cabinets. Sam dumped the blanket on his couch and the basket on his table. Then he grabbed your hand and tugged you upstairs to his room.
You didn’t notice a thing as he pulled you into his bedroom. The walls were a deep, deep ocean blue. His bed was neatly made, military corners. 
Words were unnecessary. You undressed each other. You took off his sweater to reveal the black tank underneath. He lifted your shirt and his eyes narrowed at your dusty rose bra. He licked his lips as he stared at your chest. 
He smiled as you reached for each other’s pants, unbuckling it. He wasn’t super tall, but you did have to look up at him. Into his beautiful eyes. He kissed you as you worked the jeans off of his hips. In your haste, you both forgot to kick off your shoes. You laughed as you undid your sandal straps and he kicked off his boots. 
Then, the jeans blessedly came off. He wore black briefs and you stared openly at his strong, muscular body. Where the hell was he hiding all of that? You stared at his ass plenty of times over the months, but you had no idea he was packing all of that. 
His dick tented his briefs and twitched the more you stared at it. “Pants,” he said, snapping you out of your trance.
You huffed playfully and finished removing your own jeans and showing off your matching underwear. He whistled, low, and his eyes roamed over your body. “You are so damn gorgeous,” he whispered. It was so quiet in the room, it was like he shouted it.
You grinned at him and he approached you. The feverish desperation you had at the park and car came back tenfold. You ripped at his shirt, shoving it over his head. Your hands roamed over his chest and stomach. He didn’t have a traditional six pack. He was packed with muscle but it was sturdier, healthier, with some weight to him. You salivated over his body.
He grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and used his other to snatch the thin cover off of his bed. He shoved it to the side and prodded you to get onto the bed. His bed didn’t sit that high off of the ground, it was the perfect height for his waist.
He followed after you, laying his weight on you and kissing you deeply and passionately. His hands wandered all over your body as if he didn’t know where to grab first. He squeezed your boobs, caressed your belly, and grabbed your fleshy thighs. He settled in between your legs and fit like a perfect puzzle piece.
You relaxed into him the more his hands moved. Your arousal leaked out of you. His dick rubbed against you over your panties and you gasped and sighed, needing more. You were so turned on, you grabbed at his bare back. You ran your nails over it and he trembled on top of you.
He broke the kiss and looked at you. “You’re so fucking sexy, my God,” he said. You laughed. “Me? You should have told me how fuckin’ hot you were under those old man clothes,” you said.
“Old man clothes?” He gasped. He started to tickle you and you squirmed. You pleaded with him to stop. He didn’t. He went for any available area of skin he could tickle and you scooted up the bed, trying to get away from you.
He made a disapproving noise and leaned back. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you back down the bed. Your mouth dropped in a perfect ‘O’ and he nodded. “Thought I was gonna let your sexy ass get away?” 
Mistakes were made. You giggled nervously at the ravenous look in his eye. “I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to, okay? Just say stop, and I will,” he said.
You nodded. “I want this,” you told him. He grinned. That was all the invitation he needed. He grabbed your panties and pulled them slowly over your hips and thighs. He kissed the length of them as he dragged them off. 
He tossed your panties to the floor and pried your legs open. He panted as he got his first look at the core of you. There was no way to mistake the glistening wet center of you. He took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes.
You worried something was wrong before he got off of the bed and yanked you closer. Your ass half hung off of the bed and he was the only reason your legs hadn’t hit the floor. He knelt, keeping his eyes on you. 
He kept them trained on you until he couldn’t anymore. His tongue darted out, teasing your pussy lips before he truly dived in. Your back arched off of the bed as his warm tongue lapped up everything you had leaked out.
“Fuck,” he whispered against your pussy. He consumed you. His tongue played dirty, filthy tricks on your clit. His wet sucking and licking filled his bedroom and you held on to his arms. 
Your thighs shook and the heels of your feet dug into his back. You moaned loudly and breathlessly. Desire gutted you and made you move and squirm. Sam held on to you tightly, not giving you much room to wriggle. 
He looked up at you, pausing what he was doing. Your juices dripped down his chin and there was a long spit chain from his mouth to your pussy. He placed a sloppy kiss to your thigh and then bit it. You cried out.
“I’m gonna get you there,” he promised. He licked your clit once, twice, and then went back to sucking. 
He sped up, as if he could feel your pussy convulsing around nothing. “Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam…” you chanted over and over, gripping his arms. He moved his hands up until he clasped yours, your hands gripping each other's’. You exploded all over his face. You wailed through your orgasm. And he kept sucking throughout it all. 
You calmed down but your heart was beating a million miles a second. Sam stood up and wiped his mouth with his discarded shirt. He smirked at you. You were sure you were a mess.
“Got damn, woman. You’re gonna be the death of me,” he said. He swiped his fingers through your folds. You were still sensitive and jerked under his grasp. He helped you scoot up the bed. He grabbed your hands and pulled you into a sitting position so that he  could free your titties.
He licked the remnants of your orgasm on his lips before climbing on top of you once more. He kissed you and you tasted yourself on his tongue. You crushed him into your body. He wasn’t nearly close enough. 
He chuckled as he kissed down your jaw, to your neck, to your chest. He licked one titty while his hand toyed with the other one. His free hand went back to your slick folds. He rolled his finger around your clit until slipping a finger inside you. 
“I need one more,” he said. He looked at you while he switched his attention on your titties. One hand held himself up in the bed while he suckled your other boob. His hand continued to pump in and out of you. 
“Sam…” you said. You weren’t used to cumming that many times. Your max was about two. He lifted his head from your chest and smirked at you. 
“Give me one more, little one,” he said. 
You clenched around his fingers and he smirked. “Oh, you like when I call you ‘little one’.” You shamelessly clenched again. He grinned evilly and got a mischievous glint in his eye. You got the feeling that you just handed a lit match to a firestarter.
He leaned back onto his knees and pulled his finger out, licking his finger. He grabbed your hand and trailed it down his body until he made you cup him. He was big. Bigger than you had ever encountered and your eyes widened slightly.
“I want to give you all of this. But I also want you to be comfortable,” he said. You nodded. 
“Words, little one,” he said. 
“Yes, Sam,” you said and rolled your eyes. 
He released your hand and sat back on his legs as he spread your legs wider. “You made such a mess for me,” he said as he surveyed your pussy. You giggled breathlessly. He returned his fingers to your pussy, moving it back and forth. You made little stuttering moans that made him grin wider.
He added a finger and then a third one. Then he rubbed his thumb along your clit. Soon, you were shaking and convulsing until you were slapping pathetically at his hand on your thigh.
He only chuckled and tilted his head at you. “Aww, you can’t handle it?” He asked.
You shook your head back and forth until he pressed his thumb harder and you came again. “Fuuuck,” you moaned.
You panted as Sam stood up and pulled down his briefs. His thick cock bobbled as he freed himself, precum already dripping out of him. He stroked himself and you licked your lips, watching every glide of his fingers on himself. 
“I’m clean, I haven’t been with anyone in about a year. My last check up was last month,” he said.
“Pill,” you said absently, still watching. You came twice and still you wanted more. You wanted more from him. Sunlight poked through his blinds and slanted over his beautiful naked body. He was like some god, standing over you, ready to corrupt you. 
He climbed back onto the bed, kissing the daylights out of you. Your tongues meshed together, sloppy, wet, and your harsh breaths mingled. 
Sam slotted himself in between your thighs and rubbed his cock up and down your folds, collecting as much of your arousal as he could get. Then he entered you on a vicious growl. His forehead dropped to the crook of your neck.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned. 
You gasped around the fullness of him inside of you and he wasn’t even fully seated. You bit at his shoulder and he twitched inside of you. He moved, nearly out of instinct. He felt too good. “Don’t stop, please,” you pleaded. 
You wanted what he offered. You wanted him deep inside of you. You never felt more connected than you did right then and there. You never wanted him to leave this spot. This right here. Him above you, framed by the setting sun, licking your neck. In his eyes, you felt like the most beautiful person in the entire world. 
Sam had a bubble and if you were lucky enough to get inside of it, he made you feel like you were soaring. Flying. He began to stroke and move his hips, speeding up with every slide. You held on to him desperately, communicating without words that you were there. You were there to greedily take everything. 
Your hands cradled his head as pistoned inside of you, groaning. “So fucking good, so fucking good,” he murmured against your skin. 
You were probably loud as hell in his ear but you didn’t care. You couldn’t contain this one. Your orgasm built and clawed its way to the surface. Your nails dug into Sam’s back and he nodded.
“Just like that, little one. Let it go for me, baby. You take me so well, little one. So fucking well,” he said.
“Sam…I’m so…cl-” You muttered in between strokes. Your voice was small, thin, and more like a tinny wail. 
He sped up even more, driving into you and driving you into the bed. He lifted your legs some and drove in deeper. “Oh shit,” you squeaked before you were cumming on his dick. 
“That’s my little one,” he praised. He moved his head and gave you a sharp kiss. He bit your lip and you continued to moan through your orgasm.
He came with a deeply satisfied moan. He pushed into you as far as he could go. Making sure that you took every last, single drop. You were both slick with sweat. You ran your hands up and down his back as he huffed.
He dropped on top of you, his full weight crushing you to the bed. You welcomed it all. He twitched inside of you and you squeezed his hips with your thighs. You didn’t want him to leave just yet.
You wanted to take a picture of him right here and now. Freeze this moment forever. There was no drama, no family, no worries. There was just you and him connected. 
He kissed your cheek, jaw, and forehead. You both groaned. The mind was willing to keep going, to make this moment stretch for eternity. But the flesh was weak. You did not have a fourth one in you right now. There was no way.
Sam leaned up so he wasn’t still crushing you. You smiled at him. You were both a sweaty mess. And he never looked sexier. 
“Can you stay with me?” 
You caressed his face, his cheeks, and played with his short goatee. You nodded. “I’ll stay,” you said. 
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