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It Started With a Whisper - Chapter 10

Chapter 9 Chapter 11

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. FLUFF. FILTH. Cursing, fingering (fem receiving), PIV, slight cum play, , pet names, Soft Sam. Sorry if I missed some!

Summary: You are the front desk clerk who started a few months ago and you somehow managed to snag Sam Wilson, the handsome and sweet trauma counselor. It has been a year since you started dating Sam and things couldn't be more perfect.

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A/N: I desperately needed some fluff, and Sam is always good for that. Ugh, these two make me sick. SICK! But they're my babies! Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I love hearing your thoughts! I block ageless blogs.

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One Year Later…

Sam drove you into work while you chatted his ear off about your upcoming interview. You were so nervous! While you will miss working at the front desk with Ariel, it was high time that you branched out and did something else.

It had been one year since your coffee date with Sam and glancing over at him, you were damn glad you said yes. He was so handsome, it made you sick. 

“If you say I got somethin’ on my face, we’re gonna have a problem,” Sam said and chuckled.

“Relax. Can’t I look at you?” You asked.

“You can look at me all day long, as long as I get to look right back,” Sam said. He stopped at a red light and grabbed your hand. He brought it to his lips and placed a soft kiss there. Your toes curled in your shoes. 

“Sounds like a deal to me,” you said.

You flipped through your portfolio one more time. Sam glanced at you and laughed. “You are going to do great. You were practically doing the job already,” he said.

“I can still be nervous! I didn’t know how much I wanted this job until Mr. Bell suggested I toss my hat in,” you said.

“You know that’s his way of saying that you practically got the job,” Sam said.

You nudged his shoulder. “That’s not true!” 

Sam threw his hand up and shrugged. You giggled and ended on a sigh. Maybe he was right, but that didn’t mean you could coast through the interview. While Sam was off with Steve hunting down James Barnes, you had taken over some of his meetings unofficially. The director, Mr. Bell, had suggested that you try and you nearly threw up after the first meeting. The hell did you know about leading a group? 

However, the vets responded to you. Though you weren’t one yourself, you had a little advice to throw around. A little something that they resonated with. Mr. Bell said that you were a natural listener and at the end of the day, that was all that mattered.

While Sam seemed to be gone more and more, chasing down every shadow that crossed his way, he agreed to a part time role while Mr. Bell found someone a little more consistent. There had been a series of “trial counselors” while Mr. Bell searched for a natural fit. Someone to take up Sam’s mantle and carry it on. 

You didn’t think he knew about you and Sam, but you weren’t keeping it a secret either. How could you? You wanted to kiss him every chance you got. Now, when you stared in the hallway, he stared right back. You got to look at his ass all day and he got to flirt with you from down the hall.

Sam parked and held your hand as you walked to the front of the VA building. Right outside the door, Sam stopped. He stepped closer, looked at you, and licked his lips. You sighed as his lips descended on yours. You never tired of Sam’s kisses. 

The way he took his time. The way his lips felt against yours. The way he gripped your hips as if it physically pained him to withdraw and rest his head against yours. “Gonna be thinkin’ bout them lips all day,” he said.

“You say that all the time,” you said, with a giggle. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, feeling the strength of him. It still amazed you that he was yours. That you could literally kiss him whenever you wanted to. Like now.

You pressed your lips to his and you felt him smile around it. “Give me one more then,” he said. 

You giggled and kissed him again, lingering for longer this time. 

“Hm, just you wait till tonight,” he said.

“Hm, don’t get me started if you can’t finish,” you said.

“You two are going to make me puke!” Ariel’s voice called out from somewhere behind you. You giggled and craned your neck to see her walking towards the front door. 

“As if you and Ruby aren’t just as sickening!” You tossed back.

“We don’t flaunt it at work. Ya nasties!” Ariel cackled as she went inside. You sighed and looked at Sam. He only playfully rolled his eyes. He kissed your cheek.

“Before you head inside, I wanted to tell you that I got invited to an Avengers party,” he said. 

“What! Sam!” You shrieked. Partying with the Avengers? Holy shit! You jumped up and down but Sam was not jumping with you.

“How are you not more excited?” You asked.

“I think I’m still really shocked. These are the Avengers! Like, I feel like Steve is gonna smack me and tell me he’s kidding,” Sam said.

“Well, let’s hope he doesn’t. His smacks will land you in the middle of the Hudson,” you said.

Sam laughed at your joke and shook his head. “Be my plus one?” Sam asked.

“Are you insane?” You asked. You go party with the Avengers? Was he out of his rabbit ass mind?

“Please? I hear Thor’s going to be there too,” Sam pleaded. He grinned and you rolled your eyes. You thoroughly regretted telling him that you thought Thor was the hottest Avenger. He was so dreamy. 

You smacked your lips and leveled Sam with a stare. He only poked out his bottom lip.

“I can’t believe you’re going to make me embarrass myself in front of the Avengers!” 

Sam did a little jig and you pushed him away from you. He was so damn corny. He raced ahead of you to open the door and made a show of gesturing, “After you.” 

You rolled your eyes and went inside. He matched your pace and grinned from ear to ear. “This is exciting and I want you there with me. Can you blame me for that? I promise I’ll protect you from embarrassment,” he said.

“You better. If I turn into an incoherent puddle, you’ll have to scoop me into a bucket. Oh man, my mom is going to freak out when I tell her,” you said.

“Not looking forward to that conversation. But I can be there while you tell her, help ease her mind?” Sam volunteered.

“Would you?” It was your turn to give him puppy eyes. He kissed the tip of your nose. 

“You know I will,” he said.

Meeting your mom went nothing like you expected. You thought your mom would freak at meeting someone new. But you had steadily told her some things about Sam. About how he worked with the vets, was kind, compassionate, and had a strong character. She practically fell in love with the man herself.

When he showed up, your mom toned down her crazy. She asked Sam a bunch of questions and didn’t balk at learning that he hung out with Steve on a regular basis. Both of your parents thought it was very fancy that you knew Steve well enough to use his first name. 

Sam charmed the pants off of your parents, even your grumpy dad. Once learning that Sam was also a vet, they hit it off and talked shop all night. Your dad lit up like a Christmas tree, talking about the time he served. You left the men to their devices while you helped your mom set the table. Your siblings behaved themselves as well. They kept their Captain America questions down to about…three hundred or so.

Sam was a sport. He answered all of their questions and then some. You kept waiting for him to get sick of your family. Or to signal that he was ready to leave. Or for your parents to say or do something embarrassing. You were ready with an apology whenever something went wrong. But it never happened. The evening was about as close to perfect as you could get.

It went so well, that when you walked Sam to the door, you couldn’t hold back the tears. That was the first family dinner you didn’t have to swoop in and save the day. You still recalled how nasty your mom was the day before when she realized all of the dishes in the sink. As if you hadn’t been working all day and she wasn’t at home to do it herself.

Sam pulled you into a hug and just held you there next to the door until you apologized for ruining his shirt. He told you not to worry about it, but well, when did you not worry? 

You made plans with Sam to come over later to tell her about the Avenger party. An Avenger party! Holy hell, you were going to an Avenger party! What kind of life were you living right now? 

You said goodbye to Sam at his meeting room. He held your hand and wished you luck on your interview. You went to the front desk where Ariel was sitting at her desk, pretending to read a magazine.

“You know that’s upside down,” you said. You entered the front desk, closing the barrier behind you, and dumped your things on the desk. 

“Never mind that! What’s got you so damn happy?” Ariel asked.

“Cone of silence?” You asked.

“Oh, this is going to be good! Fine, yes,” she agreed.

“Sam got invited to an Avenger party and asked me to go with him!” You squealed. Ariel squealed with you, but you were both careful to keep it contained. You were still in a government building and had to maintain decorum. The minute women started hooting and hollering, the building would collapse. 

“And you couldn’t swing an invite for me. Hater,” Ariel said with a grin. “Girl, this is big! Slide that fine ass Hawkeye my number!” 

“Stop it! What will Ruby say?” You asked.

“Hell, we both love him. He knows he needs a little double scoop of chocolate in his life!” 

You cackled with Ariel as you went about your day, counting down the minutes to your interview. Your leg bounced like crazy as you ran through your potential answers. Why were interviews so nerve wracking? 

It was the twenty-first century. Couldn’t they let people prepare properly? Surprising people with questions they have no hope of preparing for just seemed cruel. Awesome, experienced people could be missing out on jobs left and right simply because they interviewed poorly.

You mentally climbed off of your soapbox as you headed upstairs to your interview. You were pretty sure you answered Mr. Bell’s questions properly. But there was one other person there, Ms. Soto, and she was an icicle. While Mr. Bell gave it more of a casual, relaxed atmosphere, Ms. Soto was a wet blanket. She gave you nothing at all.

Afterwards, they thanked you and excused you out. Calling in the next candidate. Well, you did your best and that was all you could do. You headed downstairs, back to the front desk, where Sam was chatting with Ariel.

“Whatever she tells you, don’t believe a word of it,” you said. 

Sam smiled when he saw you and kissed your cheek. “I’m still trying to figure out what happened in Vegas,” Sam said. “But she’s better than some prisoners of war.”

“Damn straight,” you said and hi-fived Ariel. 

Sam laughed and shook his head. His knuckles tapped on the top of the desk. “So? How’d it go?”

You gave them the rundown of your interview. Sam waved off your concerns about Ms. Soto. “Her face always looks like that. She frowned once in ‘87 and hasn’t cracked a smile since,” he said.

You giggled and let him pull you into a hug. He always knew how to lighten the mood and get you out of a funk.

“Coffee?” You asked.

“So much yes,” he said.

“Don’t ya’ll see each other like…every day? Ain’t ya’ll sick of each other?” Ariel asked, playfully. She gave you the side eye and you stuck your tongue out at her.

“Hell no!” You said. 

Ariel sighed dramatically. “Kids, you know they grow up so fast,” she said. 

You and Sam cackled as you made your way to your favorite corner cafe.

Later that evening, you were on the couch watching TV with Sam. He had James Barnes’ information spread out on the coffee table as had become his habit the past few months. He was no closer to finding the man than he had been when he started a year ago.

“He’s a trained ghost, babe. It would go against everything Hydra did to him if he was easy to find,” you said.

“Yeah, but how many dudes walk around with a metal arm? Someone’s seen him,” he said. He rubbed his head as he poured over the same grainy photographs and redacted information. 

“This is starting to get to you, huh?” You asked.

He sighed and sat back on the couch. He pulled your legs over his lap and rubbed deep circles into your thighs as he stared at all of the papers. 

“Yeah. I hate feeling like I’m letting Steve down,” he said.

You rubbed his bicep and looked at his profile. Poor man. He looked so dejected. “You can’t let Steve down. Pretty sure it goes against the rules,” you said.

Sam chuckled. “What rules?” 

“The bald eagle rules,” you said. 

Sam tore his gaze away from the Barnes’ file and you grinned. He closed his eyes and sighed. “You know you want to laugh, c’mon,” you said.

“Absolutely not. I’m gonna tell him you said that too,” Sam said.

“What! Noo!” You whined. 

“Too late. Gonna tell him at the party too. Make sure everybody hear it,” Sam said.

“Don’t do me like that.” You pouted but it was hard to keep a frown around the man. “Please?” 

“I might know a way to convince me not to tell,” Sam said.

You giggled, pretty sure you knew where this was going. “Oh yeah? What’s that?” 

“Let me taste them sweet lips,” he said. He leaned over, capturing your lips with his. You sighed into the kiss, melting completely. All Sam had to do was bat them perfect brown eyes and you were instantly gone, wanting and needing more. 

Sam pulled you completely into his lap, your legs settling on either side of his hips. You kissed for minutes or hours, you couldn’t tell. There was just the wet smack of your lips dueling with his. Of his tongue sliding against yours. Of his deep, satisfied hums as you made out. 

You began to squirm, getting worked up from his kisses alone. He rubbed your booty, from the top to the bottom. Cupping your ass in his strong hands. You moaned against him, helpless and incapable of not moving against him.

The more you squirmed, the more you felt him getting excited. His dick swelled beneath you and you moaned louder, wanting the promise that part of him delivered. Sam pulled back and lazily looked into your eyes.

“You ready for me?” He asked.

“You know I am,” you murmured, already diving down for more of him. He tasted faintly like coffee. His hands ventured higher, under your shirt, kneading the muscles in your lower back. 

Your whole body shivered as he zeroed in on pressure points. “I wish I could bottle these hands,” you moaned.

“No need to, you got me right here,” he said. He kissed along your jaw and your neck, swirling his tongue there. You giggled, pulling away. But you were in his lap and there was nowhere to go. 

Sam pulled your purple shirt - his purple shirt - off and his eyes widened to see that you were braless. He immediately suckled one of your nipples into his mouth. Your hands gripped his shoulders to steady yourself. Each suckle tugged on your pussy and you throbbed. You needed him so bad. 

Sam’s hands pulled your panties to the side to find you soaked. He moaned against your nipple. “Fuck,” he whispered. He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention while he lightly grazed your pussy.

You trembled on top of him. The dual sensations were driving you insane. You were so insatiable. You gyrated on top of him, taking your pleasure where he wanted to go slow. 

“Mhm, don’t wait for me,” he encouraged. You fucked yourself on his fingers, setting the pace and pressure with a swing of your hips. You were cumming before long. Sam stopped suckling your titties and just watched as you came undone on his fingers. 

“That’s it. Damn, you’re so beautiful when you cum. I just want to watch it over and over,” he whispered as you moaned and jerked. 

Keeping your panties to the side, Sam moved his boxer briefs down just far enough to free his dick. He moved the tip through your folds, getting it nice and wet before he plunged inside.

You gasped at the sudden fullness. A year of this and you still weren’t completely used to him. “That’s it, that’s the face I like,” Sam said. 

You released the air in choppy waves as you slid fully onto him, down to the hilt. You dropped your head onto his shoulder as he slowly moved you up and down. You helped, leaning up on your knees and then sinking back down.

Sam slowly fucked you, whispering how gorgeous you were, how lucky he was that he got to be in your presence, and how he would do everything in his power to protect you. Tears sprang to your eyes as you came once more, flooding his dick with your arousal. 

“Fuck, Sam. You feel so good. I’m the lucky one. I got to exist at the same time as you,” you whispered against his lips and sealed it with a kiss.

Sam groaned into the kiss as he released himself inside of you. The warm cum painted your insides. You moaned, feeling impossibly full. Still, he moved inside of you, his cum aiding him in sliding better. 

“Fuck, please, please, another,” he said.

He desperately chased your hips, speeding up inside of you. “Sam, Sam, Sam,” you moaned. Already, you felt your orgasm building up again. As if he called it up himself with every slap of his hips. 

Your arms were wrapped tight around his neck, holding on for dear life as he speared you with deep, desperate thrusts.

“C’mon little one,” he cooed.

That damn nickname. You exploded with a jerky gasp, clinging to him as your body floated above you. Bliss overwhelmed you. He rubbed your back but it was like you could and couldn’t feel it. You were too far gone, too lost to pleasure. 

As you floated down, Sam kissed you all over. Your breasts, your neck, your jaw, your lips, your cheek. There was no inch of your face that he didn’t kiss.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, it hurts,” he whispered.

“Sam..” You kissed him, passionately. Holding him to you. You were as close as two people could possibly get. Yet, you crushed him anyway. Held him close as if you could absorb him. 

“Take me upstairs,” you whispered in his ear.

“Yes, ma’am,” Sam said with a soft chuckle.

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Hi Lou. For your celebration could I please request Sam Wilson with friends to lovers trope or A/B/O AU with promts 19 &24🩶

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Alpha!Sam Wilson x omega!reader

Snapshots of a life built together

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, implied smut, pregnancy, non-graphic birth, fluff

WC: 918

Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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3000 Follower Celebration

Being the only omega on the Avengers, you were by far the most overprotected omega in the world. No alpha or even beta was good enough for you in their eyes and so you were basically kept in an ivory tower locked away from the world. Yet none of them seemed to realise that there was one eligible alpha who had captured your heart long ago.

Only one person knew about your crush on Sam and that was Natasha. The alpha had caught you staring at the older man one time too many for it to be written off as just a friendly gaze. And every chance she could, she encouraged you to tell him but every time you tired, you just couldn’t get the words out.

So tonight, you were giving it one last shot. Dressed in a tight red dress that clung to you like a second skin, highlighting each and every curve of your body. With your hair perfectly done and heels that made your ass look brilliant, you felt like a goddess as you walked into the party. Pheromones rolled off of you in waves, making everyone turn their heads to watch as you glided through the crowd.

Your omega preened under the attention but still there was one pair of eyes that you were dying to see. And almost like a moment in a movie, there he was. He donned a deep maroon suit, sipping on a glass of whisky as he looked out the huge windows overlooking the city. Suddenly he turned and his eyes grew two sizes. 

His scent of pine and leather grew more musky as you approached, his breathing becoming even deeper. You stopped just before him, the tip of your heels barely inches from his black dress shoes. “Hi.” You murmured bashfully.

“Hi.” He responded, seemingly at a loss for words. “You look just, wow. You look beautiful.” Sam finally spit out. Heat raced up your cheeks.

“Thank you, so do you. I mean, you look handsome.” Carefully, he placed his glass to the side, truly not caring about the alcohol anymore, before he offered a hand to you.

“Would you like to dance?” You took it, cradling his large palm in a gentle grip.

“I would love to.”

Sam stood on the other side of the kitchen counter, a good distance from you. He looked almost pained as he struggled to keep a level head. You were squirming on the kitchen stool he had forced you onto, the onset of your heat coming quickly but there was a serious discussion to be had first.

“I want to mark you.”

“I want that too.” You agreed immediately, another wave of slick soaking your already destroyed panties. Sam took in a deep breath through his mouth.

“And- I want a family with you.” You froze and then moaned loudly. Quickly, you slipped from the chair and grabbed your soon-to-be alpha by the collar of his shirt and tugged him down for an almost painful kiss. Tentatively, he held your thick waist, pulling your soft body closer to him. You growled against his lips, needing more.

But he pulled away, albeit reluctantly. “I need you to give me your consent or else we can’t spend your heat together.” He said firmly, looking into your lust-blown eyes. 

“Yes! Yes! I want your pups! I want your mark! Just please, I need you inside of me right now.” And with that, his iron resolve shattered. He held you as tight as he could and pressed you back against the counter, fitting his slim hips between your plump thighs and rutted into your clothed heat.

“My omega, my fucking omega.” He snarled.

“‘M all yours.”

“Fuck you Wilson!” You screamed in agony, gripping onto the rails attached to your bedside as you bared down.

Sam paid no mind to your words, instead wiping away the sweat that had collected along your brow with a damp cloth. “I know ‘mega but you’re doing so good. Only a little bit more to go now.” You slumped back against the many pillows behind you as the contraction passed, finally able to catch your breath.

“You are never getting laid again.” You groaned and let your eyelids flutter shut, exhaustion quickly overtaking you. Yet Sam just chuckled and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead.

“That’s what you said the first two times but here we are yet again.” You just glared at your husband.

“Okay Mrs Wilson! Let’s see if you’re ready to push.” The beta doctor disappeared between your raised legs before reappearing once more. “You’re at 10 centimetres, it’s time.”

Quickly, Sam took your hand into his own, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. You nodded at the doctor, feeling another contraction begin. “That’s it, keep going. Such a good girl.” Pain ripped through you like nothing else and you pushed.

The sun had begun to set over the farm property. All the kids were either at a friend’s house or still at school (your eldest had started college only 6 months ago) so for the first time since Sam had claimed you, the house was quiet.

You sighed and relaxed into the alpha’s open arms. His scent was milder now, not as powerful as it was in his prime but you still loved it all the same. You could feel him smile against the crown of your head before he laid a kiss there.

“I love you ‘mega.”

“I love you alpha.”

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2) I Care by @way2geeky​      Angst & Fluff

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1) Book Smart by @indyluckycharlie      Librarian!Sam      PhD Student Reader

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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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Can I request Steve x Sam's older sister (plus size). Steve gets back from a job, and can't wait to see you. He's been pining for you, and all he's been thinking about is telling you how he feels.

And somehow work in the line: "If anybody were to kiss me...I would want that person to be you."

Feelings

Warnings: Sharon being mean for no reason

Parings: Steve x plus size reader

You were hanging out with Sam, your brother. Most sibling hate each other but you and Sam weren't like that at all, he told you everything, and you did the same, and you obviously always trusted him. “So you're seein' anyone yet?” He asked you. You chuckled and shock your head. “Nope, still extremely single. Pretty sure that's gonna be my reality forever.” You say sighing. “What? No it's not gonna be, you'll find someone, I'm sure of it.” “I doubt it, no one likes me like that.” You say. “That's not true.” “Oh yeah, name someone.” Sam looked at you but didn't say anything. “Sam, what do you know that I don't.” You asked, needing to know. He stayed silent for a second but ended up spilling the tea. “Alright, I wasn't supposed to say anything but… Steve had a think for you for a while now, I told him several times, but he was always too scared.” You were shocked Steve Rogers the most charming man and Captain America was into you a plus size and boring girl, you couldn't believe it compared to him, you had nothing special. “You're kidding right?” “ No, it's the truth, he is.”

 

After that, you just couldn't wait for him to come back from his mission. A day before Steve came back, Sharon came back. You walked to the kitchen to go grab a snack. You walked in and saw Sharon and her friends talking, you weren't the biggest fan of Sharon, so you tried your best to walk away, but she saw you. “Hey Y/N did you hear the news me and Steve are dating.” She said, and your heart dropped, 'b-but Sam said he liked me' you thought. “Really that's great. How did you get together.” You asked, you didn't really want to know, but at the same time you did. “Well we were doing our mission you know, and he just kissed me and said he loved me.” You smiled and told her it was great even tho you did mean it and left after that.

You really thought you had a chance with him, but obviously Steve would be more interested with a girl like Sharon, blond, funny and worry a sexier body.

You were walking back to your room, trying your hardest mot to cry apart until you were alone. You didn't notice as you walked by your brother. He couldn't see your face, but you could clearly tell something was wrong. “Sis? Are you ok?” You kept walking without answering his question. He was your brother, so of course he didn't let go. “Come on, what's wrong?” “Steve doesn't like me.” “Yes he does” “No he doesn't he's with Sharon. He even kissed her.” You then left to your room, leaving your brother shocked.

When Steve came back a day later from his mission, he was greeted from everyone but Sam. He went top look for him and found him in the training room. “Hey buddy, I'm back.” Steve said but Sam continued his work-out, barely acknowledging him. He tried talking to him, but he just did seem interested at all. “Did I do something wrong, Sam?” “ I don't know, you tell me.” Sam said bluntly. “What did I do?” He asked. “You lied to me, maybe.” “I lied to you? About what?” Steve asked, genuinely clueless, “You've been talking some much about my sister, telling me you think she is beautiful and that you really like her.” Sam said getting heated. “I wasn't lying, she's amazing, funny, and beautiful. Why would you think I was lying?” “ You kissed Sharon during your mission, and now you're with her.” Sam said, Steve looked at Sam with a shocked and puzzled expression. “I never kissed Sharon and i sure as hell never told her I love her.” “Well, Yesterday, Y/N was crying because you apparently did so fix it.”

When Sam said that, Steve almost sprinted to your room to try to rectify the thing. He knocked on your door and waited a second. “Sam, I'm fine, stop checking.” He heard coming from the other side of the door, “it's me, Steve, I need to talk to you.” A few second passed and the door opened. “ Hey, glad to see you in one piece.” You smiled softly. “Oh by the way, congratulation for you and Sharon.” You said with a smile that didn't fully reach your ears. “Y/N I'm not with Sharon, who told you that?” “You're not! But Sharon told me you guys kissed, and now you were together.” You said, and Steve looked confused. “We didn't- ohh.” Steve began, but then realized. “Listen yes we kissed, but it was only because we had to, if we hadn't our cover would have been blown, so she kissed me.”

“So you didn't really want to kiss her?” You said a little hopeful. “Y/N if anybody were to kiss me… I would want that person to be you.” He said, looking you dead in the eyes. Your eyes widen, in shock. Captain America wanted to kiss you, of all people. “M-me y-you want to kiss me. But I'm like not in your league at all, I'm not pretty like you, and I'm fat.” You say, looking down. “First of all I think you are absolutely beautiful, and I don't care that you have a little more on your body, that's what makes your charm. “ He says looking at you with so much love in he's eyes, then he kissed you. You were stunned at first but ended up getting into it when you pulled away out of breath you looked at him even more in love than you were before.

#steve x reader #steve rogers #steve rodgers x reader #reader insert #marvel #fanfic #fluff #marvel x reader #sharon carter #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #plus size reader #steve rogers x plus size reader

[bvbygrl-writes]

What Do I Know?

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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[loverforfanfiction]

[This is my first request]

Imagine the marvel men getting a plus size girlfriend

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

: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

: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

: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

: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

: 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

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

: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

Quicksliver

: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]

#avengers x fem!reader #ant man #steve rogers x reader #hulk x reader #tony stark x reader #loki x reader #bruce x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x reader #bucky x plus size reader #peter parker x plus size reader #avengers x plus size reader #sam wilson #marvel x black!reader #marvel x reader

[holylulusworld]

The fitness pack - Sam (1)

Title: The Fitness Pack - Sam (1)

Summary: They are up to more than just helping you improve.

Prompt filled for @writersmonth​​ – Day: 21 -  word: pain

Pairing: Trainer!Sam Wilson x Plus-Sized!Reader

Characters: Trainer!Thor Odinson, Trainer!Bucky Barnes, Trainer!Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Maria Hill

Warnings: angst, chubby reader, language, flirty Sam, fluff, a hint of groping, Sam is the softest of the pack, 

A/N: Every man will get his own story. It’s the same reader but in every story, she gets with another member of the pack. This will not turn into a polyamorous story.

A/N2: Brock Rumlow is her ex in every 2-parter for this series. The breakup happens differently for every story, though.

A/N3: Part 1/2

Words: 1,7 k

The Fitness Pack masterlist   

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Watch out!” you squeak as a basketball hits your ass with full force. Your bag drops to the ground, and you cry out at the sudden impact. “Fuck, Sam. Where did you look? I’m right here!”

“Ouch,” rubbing your bruised ass, you try to figure out what just happened. You minded your business and walked toward the fitness studio you heard about only to get hit by a basketball.

“Sugar are you okay?” the guy hitting you with the basketball asks. He shoves his friend aside to get a better look at you. “Oh, hello there.” He grins from ear to ear. “I swear I didn’t want to hit your butt. Are you in pain?”

“It’s fine,” shrugging you look at your bag on the ground, “I got a big ass. No biggie.”

“Uh-I’m Sam. Sam Wilson,“ he holds out his hand, still that smile on his lips. “I must say, I never hit such a cute girl with a ball before. It’s a first.”

“Y/N,” you shyly shake his offered hand. You’re not used to getting the attention of men, especially not attractive men like Sam. It’s a first for you too. “I should get going now.”

“Where are you headed, Y/N?” 

“I should be on my way. I got an appointment with my trainer in not ten minutes,” Sam picks your bag up to sling it over his shoulder. 

“Good. I wanted to go back to work either way. I’ll walk you,” he offers while you try to find your voice. Should you tell him to leave you alone? Maybe he and his friends try to make fun of you. It wouldn’t be the first time that some guys try to turn you into the butt of a joke.

“Sam, stop flirting with pretty girls!” the blonde from earlier grumbles. His eyes drop to your chest, and he hums. “I can understand you are head over heels for this pretty doll, but we need to end the game. You will lose fifty bucks.”

“Totally worth it,” you squeak as Sam wraps his arm around your shoulders to guide you away from the basketball court. “You can play some more. I’ll bring Y/N to her appointment.”

“You should go back to your game,” nervously wiggling out of his grip you take a step back. Sam is an attractive man, and fuck, does he smell good, but you don’t even know him. “Uh-I think I’ll find my way. Thank you.”

“No, no,” he takes a step back toward you, frowning as you glance around the place. “Shit, I didn’t want to scare you, sugar. How about we just walk together toward the gym?”

“O-kay.”

“Please excuse my behavior. I’m the kind of guy hugging people. That’s just the way I am. I didn’t want to overstep,” Sam gives you a soft smile. “It won’t happen again. 

“It’s fine, really,” you shyly look at Sam. “I just need to go to my appointment, is all.”

“I made you uncomfortable, and I’m sorry. If you don’t want me to touch you, just tell me so. Cause damn, I’d like to wrap you in a hug right now to comfort you,” you’re not sure if Sam means what he says or wants to make fun of you. 

“We should get going, Sam,” you offer weakly. 

“I did scare you,” he sighs, shaking his head. 

“It’s more that I’m not used to getting so much attention from a man, a stranger. Men usually overlook me.”

An awkward silence surrounds you and Sam for a moment as you start walking toward the gym. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why don’t you get attention from men? I mean, look at you,” Sam stops in his tracks to look you up and down. “You’re damn cute.”

“Cute. Right,” you sneer. “That’s what the nicer guys tell a girl like me. They go like – you are cute. The less nice guys tell you – with a few pounds less you could be pretty. My absolute favorite – if not for your size, I’d go out with you.”

“Guys told you shit like that?” now Sam drops your bag to break his promise. He wraps you in a hug. “I’m sorry you only met assholes in your life, sugar. No one will tell you this kind of stuff at the gym. They are a pack of cool guys wanting to help their clients reach their goals.”

“You’re training at the gym too?” you sniff as you allow yourself to bask in his warmth. “Are all of them nice? I need a nice trainer, not someone yelling at me.”

“We will find the perfect trainer for you, sugar,” he softly says. “Let’s go to the gym and you’ll get the nicest trainer. I promise your trainer will make sure you feel comfortable and safe.” 

“Maria, this is Y/N,” Sam points at you standing next to him. “She’s a new client and we will make her feel welcome.”

“I always make our clients feel welcome,” Marie points her pencil at Sam. “Don’t tell anyone otherwise. Y/N, welcome to the fitness pack. These guys seem a little crazy and like to act like kids, but they are nice guys.”

“You should tell her that I’m the nicest pack member,” flashing you a smile Sam holds out his hand. “Sam Wilson, your brand-new trainer at your service.”

“You’re a trainer too,” you gulp hard. How shall you sweat, grunt, and suffer to lose weight right in front of the sexiest man you ever saw? “I-“

“Sugar, I’ll be the best trainer only for you from now on,” a whimper escapes your lips right when Sam’s friends enter the gym. “What do you say, Y/N?”

“Dude, I think the new client is mine.”

“Like hell, Steve,” Sam glares at the tall blonde from earlier. “You and the others always get the cute girls. This one is my client. Go back to Peggy.”

“I think she’s my new client,” another tall blonde step toward you and Sam. “Name’s Thor, little one. Do you want to become my client?”

“Dream on, Odinson,” you’re a little taken aback as a tall brunette holds out his hand. “I’m James, or Bucky to you, doll. Do you want to become my client?”

You’re crowded by four gorgeous men now. Your legs are about to give in and you make an odd noise as a young man forces his way through the group of men.

“Miss Y/L/N, I’m Peter and will show you around. I think the trainers need to find out who will be your trainer first.”

“Thank you,” you whisper as Peter helps you escape the trainers. You take a deep breath ad follow him along the hallways. 

“Please excuse our trainers. They get a little competitive sometimes. I’d go for Sam Wilson, miss,” he suggests. “He’s patient, kind, and will help you improve in no time. It’s your decision, but Sam is the best choice for beginners.”

You fell into an easy conversation with Peter while he showed you around. He’s a kind and smart kid. Peter works at the gym to make money to pay for his study. 

“There you are,” Sam jogs toward you. “We are sorry for scaring you, sugar. Did Peter already show you the gym?”

“Yeah,” you lie. Peter and you lost track of time as you talked about his study, the girl he likes, and how he ended up being a part of the fitness pack. “He said you are the best trainer.”

“He did?” Sam nods at Peter. “Peter is a smart kid. You should listen to him. He’ll change the world one day, I’m telling you.”

“I think he’s right,” you take a step toward Sam. “Do you want to become my trainer? I know I’m not the fittest client but will try to do better.”

“Sugar, you don’t have to try to do better or anything for me. If you want to get fitter, I’ll help you,” he steps closer to hold out his hand. “This place is safe for you. No one will make you feel uncomfortable at our gym.”

“Okay. I’d like to become your client, Sam,” you offer a shy smile and Sam easily returns it. “I can hardly wait to start...”

Three months later, … 

“Give me one more,” you whimper as Sam bends your body to his will. Peter was right. Sam is patient and kind but a fucking maniac when it comes to pushing you to your limit too. “You are doing a great job, sugar. I know you can give me one last push-up.”

“I-fuck,” you push your upper body back up, huffing as Sam holds up his hand to give you a high-five. “You’re a monster, Wilson.”

“You love me,” he smirks as you fall back onto the mat, groaning audibly. “Sugar, you are doing so good. Just look at my best girl.”

“It’s all your hard work, Sam,” your trainer holds out his hand to help you up. “Thank you.”

“It’s my job and,” he whispers in your ear, “it’s my pleasure to help you reach your goals. How about we have dinner tonight? We could celebrate your improvement.”

“You want to go out with me,” you are unsure if Sam wants to go out on a date with you, or simply grab a snack and be nice.

“Yeah-uh. You see,” you never saw Sam so nervous before. “I’d like to go on a date with you, Y/N. Only if you want to, of course. I don’t want to overstep again. I like you a lot and want to tell you how much.”

“Sam,” dropping his eyes to your lips Sam leans closer. “Please don’t lie to me to make me feel better. I can’t fall for another man pretending he likes me only to leave me for someone better.”

“I won’t take it to heart that you believe I want to hurt you. Your ex-boyfriend was a blind fool for not seeing you, sugar,” his lips brush over yours, making you whimper. “Go out with me. Please Y/N.”

“I always wanted to go to that new Italian restaurant. Maybe we could meet up there,” he presses his lips softly to yours. “Sam.”

“We won’t meet up, Y/N. I’m a gentleman and pick you up to drive you to the restaurant…”

“All is not lost,” Bucky watches you and Sam walk out of the gym. “He can still mess up the date.”

“Just tell this to yourself, Buck,” Steve sighs deeply. “I wish she would’ve recognized me. Y/N is my kind of girl.”

“Same,” Thor grumbles. “How about we go to the bar in town and drown our loss in booze?”

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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

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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.

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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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The fight was bad, really bad but neither of you wanted to stop loving the other

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The fight had lasted for days and you both were exhausted. It had sparked over something insignificant that you couldn’t really give a shit about anymore and then blew up to the point where you and Sam were screaming in each other’s faces.

Sam felt you were pulling away from him, not as loving as you used to be. You returned back that he was dead for five years and you had to learn to live without him. 

You thought Sam was being entitled to your affections when he did nothing for you in return. He snapped that he had a job to do, he and Bucky had to protect people who couldn’t protect themselves.

But everything broke down when you wondered if the relationship was even worth saving. It was obvious that you had changed immensely since the blip while your partner was left behind to pick up the pieces of what used to be his life while still trying to be a hero.

“If you aren’t happy here then just fucking leave!” You screamed at him but really you were begging him not to go.

“You know what I think I will because I can’t stand this shit anymore.” But he was pleading to stay. 

“Go!” Tears burned behind your eyes but you refused to let them fall, refused to let him see how you were breaking all over again.

“Fine!” The front door slammed behind him, shaking the foundations of your home and your heart. You didn’t see the way his shoulders fell, he didn’t see how you crumbled.

He left without saying ‘I love you’. You let him go without saying ‘I love you’.

That was almost a week ago and you felt like you were dying. The house was too quiet, your bed too empty. Every time the old floorboards creaked, your head shot up, expecting to see Sam in the doorway, a bright smile on his face, his dark eyes sparkling. But he was never there. 

You kept the TV on constantly, too scared of the silence. So that’s how you heard about the storm. 

Sam hated storms, he always had. He’d always get scared when lightning struck and thunder rolled. The night he asked you to be his girlfriend was during a storm like the one about to hit Louisiana. He had burst into your home, eyes wide with fear and collapsed into your arms, his whole body trembling. You wrapped him up in the softest blanket you could find and distracted him with things from shitty puns to singing to him. And when the power finally gave out, he took you into his arms and asked you to be his.

As the skies darkened above the small ocean town, anxiety bubbled in your stomach. ‘Was Sam somewhere safe?’ ‘Who was looking out for him?’ ‘Did they know what to do if he had an attack?’

Before you could think, your shoes were on and you were out the door. There were only two places he would be- his sister’s or Bucky’s. The first drops of rain started to fall as you ran through the streets, gunning for Sarah’s house.

Your feet pounded against the pavement in time with the beating of your heart. The fog closed in around you as fat water droplets smacked you in the face, getting more intense by the second. 

Yet still you ran.

“Y/N!” The voice was distant, muffled but it was still the voice you needed to hear the most. 

“Sam!” His silhouette stood against the blur of the rain.

You collided together almost painfully but you didn’t care. His arms were around you again, you both were whole again. “Sam I’m sorry I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that you were being selfish.” He shook his head and squeezed your thick waist even tighter.

“I was being selfish. You were doing so much for me and I did nothing to help you.” You laughed sadly, your tears mixing with the rain. 

“Maybe we were both being dumb.” He laughed that laugh you loved so much and your chest warmed even though your clothes were now thoroughly soaked through with frigid water.

“Maybe we were.” Your arms wrapped around his neck and brought his lips closer to yours.

“Come home.” You whispered just above the din of the storm.

“I’m already home.” And as he kissed you in the freezing rain, all the pain was washed away, even if it was just for a little while.

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Steve is upstairs working on a exfil plan for two shadows im Germany when he is called down the T.O.R.s (tactical observation rooms)

because a team clearing out a drug trafficking ring location, who have started to dabble in other Steves, found something he needs to needs to see - a phrase Steve rolled his eyes at. Steve throws down his pencil in a noise and huffy as he goes into the roof. Workers hand him an earned as he walks in.

But all he see is walls.

"This is what I'm called down for? Dirty walls?" He thinks, annoyed because there are two agents in trouble that need exfil yesterday and hes looking at walls for what? To decide what to repaint them?

In fact that's what thought. Exactly what he thought.

"He's here show us."

It takes Steve a second to figure out what they're showing him. Ok an iv connected to a body he doesn't-the face he recognizes the dirty grayed face. He swallow hard. Its been a year but It was her face, slightly skinner a malnourished faced barely clothed . Steve stopped paying attention to what they were saying but he heard "drug overdose"

"What?"

"Looks like a drug overdose sir. Probably a day or two ago. If it wasn't-"

"For the side mission I sent you on she'd be alive. If I didn't stop looking."

Steve shot up in bed covered in sweat. Panting he's had that nightmare ever since Hayden came to say you were missing. They only got worse after the restraining order when he knew he wouldn't be able to help her the way she helped him at night and he longed for nothing more than to just hold her.

Then there were others where they're too early by a day and you get put somewhere else until they're gone and he sees you as you see the quinn jett flying away above you. Cursing Steve, hating him because you think they aren't looking for you because you think Steve replaced you the one thought that Steve just has through is whole in is that he is afraid you thinknhe sees yiu like garbage, he's made you believeyou were gun bendable disposable always another peice on the side and that HE madeyou give up because his treatment. He knew it and it killed him Because he knew what you knew if he was looking for you then they would have found you. Other times Steve is walking down the street and passes a crime scene and he sees your face just before they zip up thr body bag, those the worst for him youbwere in the city the whole time. Right under his nose. A few block away and he still lost you forever. Hayden. Well Hayden could be temporary any lover or boyfriend or even husband could be divorxe was easy nowadays but death no one could come back from,, Steve only cheated it because of a technicality with ice. Bucky was cryo-perserved. But you wouldn't be. You'd-he stopped himself to look at the time the precious minutes wasting away. Barely 10 minutes have passed since the last time he looked. He couldn't have even gotten 10 minutes in but the nightmares keep coming you always you turing up somewhere or another his fault. But that's because it is. He knew it he couldn't lie about it to anyone no one could lie about it to him though no one was foolish enough to bring it up not after Steve had all but killed a High up Avenger Agent who said its been too long nd there were agents who needed his help now -she was a lost cause.

He was a lost cause too once but he had 70 years to wait you didnt have even a sliver of that.

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So Steve went back to the room that been a second home. No, not a second home, a room because nothing was home without you.

After a little while some.one had called for him to go down to a T.O.R. room he gulped heavily. This was how his nightmare started and he knew you wouldn't be waking him up.

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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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posted a short Sam drabble to ao3 if anyone's interested. cw: fem!plus size!reader, pregnancy, mild hurt/comfort

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x fem!reader #sam wilson x plus size!reader #sam wilson fan fiction #sam wilson fluff #sam wilson x you #not posting fics on here anymore for mental health reasons #if you read i give you kiss on forehead thank u <3 #in my feelings tonight i needed to vent