#sam wilson x woc!reader

[itsprashimusic]

A Barnes Birthday

Summary - You are celebrating baby barnes' birthday, which is on the same day as your husband's birthday.

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x wife!Reader

W/C - 1.3k

Warnings - fluff, little cussing...i think, no use of y/n, your baby's name is not mentioned, neither is there any description of you or the baby. let me know if i missed anything. Happy reading<3

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At around 4 am you awoke, bursting with excitement. It was your baby's first birthday. And also, one of your husband's. It was difficult for you to fall asleep in the first place, so you thought you might as well get up from your light, restless sleep and get things ready for the day.

Knowing Bucky, he would most likely be knocked out asleep by now and wouldn't wake up till around 8:30 - 9 am. Normally your husband tends to be a light sleeper, but off late he has been sleeping like a log and you hope that carries on to tonight as well. You prayed to the universe he would not wake up when you silently moved out of bed.

First things first you freshened up, ate a quick meal and started decorating the house. Thankfully earlier in the day your baby managed to exhaust himself to a point where he would sleep the whole night without waking up once. You got streamers and balloons out of a box. Some easy to clean up confetti. You gritted your teeth as you tried to move the heavy couch around. You strong husband would have been useful here if this wasn't for his birthday.

You gave up on trying to blow the balloons and decided to bake the cake to get rid of some steam. Figuring out what Bucky would like was not that hard. Ever since Oreo came out, he has absolutely loved it. And with oreo having so many variations now-a-days than just biscuits, it's been the only thing Bucky eats when he wants a snack. Not the healthiest option but the man likes it and needs to eat.

You found a very simple oreo cake that you could make. You got started on making it. Flour, milk, butter, oreo biscuits obviously. By around 6 am the cake was in the oven getting ready. With nothing left to do, you got back to decorating. But there was an issue. You still needed to move the couch to another location.

At that exact moment your phone started ringing loudly. You ran to the kitchen and answered it, mentally kicking yourself for putting in on vibrate. You just hoped Bucky had not woken up. Thankfully he had not. Putting the phone to your ear you whispered-yelled into it, "What?!"

"I get it that you forgot to put your phone on silent?" Sam chuckled on the other side of the line. You blew an irritated breath out as you rolled your eyes. "Yes, I did. You need something Sam, cuz I'm kinda busy with trying to move my heavy ass couch."

"How about you open the door first and then we can figure out if I need something."

You moved from the kitchen to the front door and opened it to reveal a smirking Sam Wilson on the other side. You lowered the phone from your ear, cutting the call. "You son of a-" you say shaking your head a bit, a smile making it way onto your face. You both go in for a quick hug and you invite him inside. Not that he needed the invitation. He practically lived there at this point.

"What are you doing here at this ridiculous hour in the morning?"

"Helping you prepare for a double-birthday party." You didn't know how any man could be as generous as Sam Wilson. It was just a little past 6 in the morning and here he was in your house ready to lend a helping hand in getting your home ready for a birthday party. You smiled a grateful smile and told him about the couch and where you needed help in moving it. He hung his jacket on the coat hanger and got to helping you with whatever you needed.

You left in the middle to bring the cake out of the oven and let it cool. By that time the couch was moved along with some more furniture, balloons were hung and so were some streamers. With the extra help you were able to have the house decorated by 7 am with snacks and everything else ready. That was when you heard some cries coming from the bedroom. Realising that your son was awake, you quickly headed to the room to sooth him before Bucky woke up with the sound.

Bucky was dead asleep. A small part of you was worried with how deep his sleep was, but you knew it meant he was sleeping peacefully. "Hi my baby!" you greeted your son with a soft voice. "You're awake, yes. It's your first birthday." you said while cuddling him. He needed that after he woke up. His cries died down; he was wide awake and cheery. "Yes, its papa's birthday too. We'll wish him later, first let's get you ready for this double birthday."

You got to work bathing him and dressing him up in some adorable but comfortable clothes which would be easy to clean. Sam had headed back to his place to freshen up a bit before your son woke up. It was now past 8 am and you were getting dangerously close to when Bucky would wake up. You took 20 minutes for yourself to look presentable since there would be photos.

Bucky woke up just as you finished changing your clothes. "Doll?" he called out when you weren't found in his sight. "Coming." you replied and walked out of the closet he had built for you. Before fatherhood, Bucky had a big passion for construction. It kept him busy, allowed him do something for you and learn some new skills in the process.

"Happy birthday honey." you say with a smile. "How old are you turning today?" you joke, tilting your head to the side. He opened his arms and pulled you in for a hug. "Ha ha very funny. But thank you." saying the first part with mock annoyance, he pulled away and just stared at you for a good 10 seconds before he asked, "Where's the little one?" You said nothing and just smiled, gesturing him to follow you.

You jogged out of the room making him chase after you. You pick up your son who was waiting with Sam in the living room and stood there waiting for your husband. He walked in and Sam set off a confetti popper in his face which surprised for a second but then he hugged Sam. Bucky pulled back, looked around and then at you holding your son. You took the baby out of your arms and kissed him all over his tiny adorable face.

Bucky wasn't a man of many words and preferred to show his gratitude in actions rather than words. He pulled you close and just kissed the top of your head. You left his side when Sam came closer, "Happy birthday man, and happy birthday little man!" You then came out of the kitchen with the cake and lit candles and set it down on the table. In the moment Bucky couldn't be any more grateful for his little family. You, his son and Sam. They were his motivation for everything he did.

The candles were blown out and the cake was cut and fed to everyone. Your son got to devourer whatever cake was left on an already dirty towel laid on the floor. Sam played the role of a photographer for free, only because it was his nephew's birthday.

"it's been a year already." you say.

"Time flies fast, no?" he held you by his side as you both watch lovingly as Sam plays with your son. Bucky still remembers the time when you were pregnant with him, the random cravings you would have and the mood swings from time to time. There were a few hellish moments, but they were all worth it. Reminiscing about the past only made you more appreciate the present moments even more and anticipate the future.

"Happy birthday once again J."

Bucky didn't reply. But he did kiss you deeply.

A/N - this has been sitting in my drafts since 2022😐 I wanted to get this out. It started as a random idea which took me forever to write. Hope you enjoyed reading.

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[awesomerextyphoon]

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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[neonovember]

Redwood Oak’s

Mafia!au x Steve Rogers

CHAPTERS: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 

summary: your escape to Brooklyn was harboured by secrets and a harrowed past, left abused and betrayed, you accepted your destiny of being swallowed by the crowd. Until the King of New York showed up in front of you and wanted a piece of you for himself.

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Steve's words echo loudly in your skull like a ball being knocked around your head, turning your brain to mush. The warmth of Steve's breath that had gripped you like a vice had dissipated the second the both of you had entered the expansive room of Steve's Office.

You don't see it, but Steve clenches his jaw in tight restraint to stop himself from putting a hole in Rumlow’s head and instead envelopes himself into the stone-faced demeanor he had learnt to form the moment he stepped up to the throne destined for him.

But god, did that horrified look on yourself tear Steve from the inside out. What had he done to you? It screamed betrayal in Steve's mind, that you not only had been hurt but by one of his own men. The man who had sworn to protect you had lied. And for Steve, his word was as good as its weight in fucking gold.

Steve had to play it level headed, the heavy weight of his father's presence was always near, but it seemed to cloud his vision at this moment,

“Don’t do nuthin stupid, think, just stop for a second and think”

Steve didn't want to think, he wanted to delve deep into the darkened desire within him that preened at the idea of Rumlows blood dripping between his clenched fists. Steve’s desire for violence shocked him a little, he could feel his fist shaking under his grip, like they had a mind of their own.

Steve wasn't a violent man, he was sensible, it didn’t matter if the entire city of New York believed he was cruel, because he knew every action had a means, it wasn't just to spill blood and crack skin. Steve’s entire enterprise was never built on appearances, despite the world it lives in, nothing Steve did didn't have an objective reason. He thought that would be a light of mercy before the spray of blood would coat his button-up.

But now, there didn't seem to be any reason to wait and sit, in the end, it all seemed sensible. Any threat of danger to your life needed to be eliminated, and returned with such a display of cruelty that no one would try it again. There was a gnawing feeling, however, at the recesses and edges of Steve's mind, the kind that screamed at him to see what was truly happening.

“Look”, and Steve learnt to listen.

There was something more to Rumlow than just scaring you, something more sinister, it echoed deep within Steve and the reminder of the cruel world beneath the gravel ground was as clear as ever. Steve had to find out because now he felt that your safety was his responsibility, an obligation he felt every bone within him scream to fulfil.

“Bucky” Steve calls the brown-haired man dressed down in a black suit, the outline of a holster poking through the waist of his jacket.

Bucky murmurs something into Sam's ear, before making his way towards Steve, his gaze shifting between you and the tall blonde standing a few spaces behind you.

“Need something from me, Steve?” Bucky says, making an effort to keep his gaze towards Steve, despite Steve's gaze being situated on you.

“Take our friend here to get something to eat, and then use one of my cars to get her home”. Steve murmurs, almost discreetly so only the three of you can hear.

You noticeably fidget at the mention of going home, it wasn't that you didn't want to, you did, by all accounts, but you didn't know what you would open the door to when you did end up back at the decrepit apartment complex you loved. Your apartment wasn't necessarily known for being the most well-secured, but you figured your neighbours would at least tell you if someone had broken in and trashed the place.

Steve moves towards Bucky, turning his body to face away from your wandering gaze

“Take one of my unmarked cars, it seems we’ve got a fuckin rat in our very own house” Steve whispered into Bucky’s ear, causing Bucky to turn his head to face Steve. A look passes between the both of them, their eyes conversing in a way words never could, in a way that told you they had been brothers long before this entire world fell upon their shoulders.

“Well go on then” Steve’s deep voice whispers into your ear, you can taste the heat of his hand pressing onto your waist, as you feel the outline of his revolver press into the small of your back.

“Don’t think I won’t hurt my men to protect you, I’ll kill him if I have to” Steve murmurs, he doesn’t have to say his name, but your mind has been repeating it enough to know who he's talking about, and your heart skips a beat in surprise, air catches your lungs and you have to swallow back the strange feeling brewing in your stomach before following Bucky’s pointed gaze out the office doors, several dozen eyes watching your every step.

The squeak of Bucky’s dress shoes and the click of your pump loafers follow each other down the carpet and painting-lined hallways. You sneak glances through half-open doors and you're met with similar pictures, women and men dressed in black and white staff uniform cleaning and dusting away priceless antiques, ruffling pillows and beds that were never going to be slept in, and folding the endless crisp white shirts Steve wore.

You pass a hallway that looks different to the rest, darker somehow like it was sacred. You don't see any of the endless staff coming out of any of the rooms too, and the millions of questions it springs forth have your eyes squinting to see past the 2 main opening doors.

Bucky turns a corner quickly, and without realising you bump into his back, the rock-hard muscle acting like a brick to cushion your fall. You can’t help but let out a loud yelp, before Bucky turns and catches you from falling flat on your face.

You look up at him clearly flustered, and Bucky gazes down at you in interest, he begins to murmur something but thinks better of it, and slowly lets go of his grip on your waist.

Coughing, he straightens his suit, before motioning forward

“We’re here”

“Hmh? Where is here-” You say

“Oh”

You look towards the expansive dining room, fitted with leather couches surrounding a cast stone fireplace connected to a brick stone kitchen, an iridescent chandelier hangs from the tall ceilings, looking as if diamonds were dripping from above, and the halo of a sparkle glints over the both of you and you can't help but gaze in awe.

“Gorgeous isn't it?” Bucky says, and you glance at him watching the way the chandelier cuts the sunlight so it breaks across the dining room.

It was beautiful, despite being in a room that was in a house of violence, it was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

“Bucky? I thought you already emptied out my kitchen” Calls a voice from the kitchen

Bucky turns towards the voice, a smile for the first time appears on his face and he walks up with you trailing behind.

“You’re still here? I thought Steve gave you the rest of the week off?” Bucky says, and as you walk past the expansive dining room you see a woman dressed in a dirty apron, wiping down a pristine marble countertop that Bucky leans on.

Pots and pans hang from high above the centre block, glinting in a perfect steel arrangement, long panned windows filter light in from the manicured lawns and an array of shelves and creme cabinets line the kitchen. A double burner oven is situated against a grey stone wall, and low-hanging lantern lights are hung from above. David would have loved cooking in this kitchen, that is all you can fathom as you gaze across the opulent space.

You are too fazed to take notice of the conversation happening beside you, until the kind woman looks towards you, cocking her head, her hazel eyes gaze you up and down, taking notice of your strange attire.

“And who is this?”

“One of Steve’s friends came here to get her something to eat but if you're leaving, just know your kitchen is in great hands” Bucky smirks towards the woman, who shakes her head reverently.

“Oh absolutely not, he burnt soup once, goddamn soup!” The woman scolds, a frightened expression taking over her face as she widens her eyes at you.

You can't help but let out a giggle, she was nice, this woman, dark auburn hair braided into a fishtail cascades down her back, her cheeks full as her big brown eyes smile at you.

“Hey!, it was one of those artisan ones alright, screw me for trying to follow a recipe online” Bucky replies, rolling his eyes at the woman as he tries to argue his side to you

“It’s soup Bucky, you put it in a pot and let it heat up” You reply, shaking your head, the woman looks up at you swiftly, a look comes over her face and she nods.

“By your clothing, I can see you are a curator of the kitchen as well?” The woman replies

You look up at her surprised, “Oh no, I’m,-I’m just a waitress”

“Well does the waitress have a name?” She replies

You hadn't had to introduce yourself for much of your life, your name and entire identity stolen and curated by your husband until he was the one introducing you, and now, the sound of your voice feels foreign on your tongue.

“A pretty name for a pretty lady, my name’s Katerina, but just because you're a friend of a friend you can call me Kat. So what would ya like darling?” She says

“Oh, no” You take notice of the recently wiped down and cleaned tabletops

“It’s alright, you've already cleaned up everything and I'm not that hungry, besides Bucky promised to show me around the Manor '' You reply, wiping a hand down to iron out the wrinkles in your work shirt.

“I did?” Bucky replies, and you turn your head, pleading with him to go along with it

“Oh yeah, um, I’ve got to get my Vitamin D you know” Bucky coughs, wincing as he digs his hands into his dress pants.

Kat looks between the both of you, a knowing smile on her face as she nods,

“Oh, I know you'll be here a while.'' She replies, before you both bid your goodbyes and head out through the French doors and onto the stone steps of the entryway of the Manor.

“You really made me lie in front of Kat? What do you think this is? You know I don’t answer to you, and Steve told me to make sure you eat something, especially since last night-” Bucky scolds, before cutting himself off at the mention of your embarrassing

“You know about last night?” You mumble, the burn of embarrassment crawls up your chest as Bucky shifts his gaze to you in guilt

“Parts alright? It was late at night when Steve found you at that bar and it was getting..I just knew I had never seen Steve so, so..” Bucky trails over, shifting his gaze from your eyes.

“So what?” You reply, Bucky was about to tell you something about Steve, specifically last night and every inch of you wanted to know what it was.

“Forget about it” Bucky replies, and you shake your head defiantly.

“No, no I won’t, ever since that day Steve walked into my diner, I’ve been doing this blindfolded dance, spinning around the truth but never being told anything” You reply, challenging Bucky.

Bucky pulls his tongue from his cheek, eyes trailing the manicured garden of the front lawn before looking down at you.

“He was silent. He didn’t say anything the entire ride back, just motionless. And I know Steve has that stone face going on, but honestly? It was like he was thinking, plotting something in that mind of his, and he didn't stop until you were taken to your room and tucked in, hell he didn't stop until we both walked into those office doors”.

You look down at your hands, twirling the old copper band around your index. Thinking? Thinking? You didn't have a clue how to read Steve, let alone know what he could be thinking of all things.

“What does that even mean?” You reply

“It means Steve is deeper in this than he thinks he is,” Bucky replies.

You catch your tongue before you reply with what automatically pops into your head,

If Steve was in this knee-deep, you were entirely swallowed.

Your eyes catch a light shining from the corner of your peripheral vision, over the wall overgrown with ivy.

“I wasn’t lying before,” You say

“Hmph?” Bucky asks, clocking his eyebrow

“Take me there” You reply, pointing towards the wall towards the back of the Manor.

“You mean the abandoned garden?” Bucky scoffs, shaking his head

“If it’s abandoned then no one will know we’re there, right?” You argue

Bucky narrows his eyes, but reluctantly agrees, walking down the steps in long strides as you run after him to catch up.

You both walk along the expansive gravel driveway, the piercing gaze of Steve from the office window above follows the both of you as you venture through the spiny trail that leads to the garden hidden beyond the large hanging evergreen trees that grew along all over the grounds.

Almost losing your balance once or twice, you finally make it through the overgrown foliage, following the stone trail that soon crumbled into the dark dirt floor. Bucky steps over a broken step, before unlatching some kind of bolt and shoving a rotten gate open, breaking the vines that had once grown on the wood.

You walk through the opened gate, Bucky following close behind, and the shrubbery opens up to a clearing. Large evergreen trees like the ones near the Manor surround the open land, however, a different kind of tree stands sky high, and you can’t stop yourself from walking up to one, and feeling the maroon bark rough against your fingers.

You close your eyes and it comes to you,

Redwood oaks.

Times when you would think hard enough, the silhouette of skyscraping trunks, and deep green leaves would cloud your vision, and when you lean your head forward you can almost smell your past. It is beautiful and strange and it hurts just as much. You can’t find yourself anymore, you've resigned yourself to that, but these thousand-year-old trees make you feel more connected than ever.

You want to climb into it and let it consume you. Sleep until you woke up and you knew who you were. It’s strange, the tree reminds you of Steve somehow, like you've been here with him before and it's hitting you like deja vu.

Something has gifted between the both of you, between you and Bucky too, you noticed it today when he spoke to you rather than through you. He didn't have that unsure expression anymore like he didn't fully trust you, and you don't know whether it was because of Steve or because of last night.

The clearing is almost a hill, and you can see fields of honey-coloured wheat and grass cascade into hills as you look beyond the tall trees. You can make out the backbones of where some sort of wooden shelter or structure once stood, now all that was left was a pile of rotting wood and leaves.

“Why is this place abandoned,” You say, it was gorgeous and let in the sun in just the right way for it to be reflected from the trees and shower the clearing with a honey glow, but it was hidden. And all hidden things were hidden for a reason.

“Don't know, it's been in Steve's family for generations, rented out to a couple people and then sold to a family in the mafia. Until Steve bought it back, it seems like this used to be where some sort of sheltered seating area once stood” Bucky replies, digging his shoe into the dirt.

“Yeah well it seems like someone’s put it to good use” You reply, noticing a small hardwood sculpting table fitted next to a workbench, a small but well-built wooden gazebo shelters the workspace, and you want to step forward but something tells you that place is sacred.

A sound comes out of Bucky and when you turn your head, he looks towards the gazebo like he knows who it belongs to. It hits you that he probably does, being the eyes that see all in the place anyway.

“This place yours or something?” You reply, and Bucky looks towards you in surprise like he forget you were there.

“Hmp? No, not me necessarily, but I think I know who” Bucky murmurs, his eyes trailing back to Manor fixating on Steve's office and you have to swallow the laugh that erupts at the assumption.

“Steve? If Steve was to have a hideout behind his Manor it would be for a guillotine, not an easel” You reply.  

You look towards the Manor and even though your vision only catches the pitched roof peeking through the dark pine trees you don’t doubt by the feeling crawling up your arm that Steve is watching you too.

“Steve, he's done something but, he's- he's a good man” Bucky replies, turning a rock onto its smooth side between his hands

“Oh yeah? Just like my husband is? I’m starting to figure out good men don’t need to say they're good men” You retort

Bucky shakes his head, turning the rock between his hands before tossing it into the shrubbery.

“You’re husband, he's done things you can't even imagine, he is the farthest from Steve, he's the farthest that Steve could ever be” Bucky replies with a heated tone.

For some reason that statement sent a burn down your stomach, in some sick way, you felt it was your responsibility to protect your husband's honour and name in front of Bucky, but it disappears when you realise you're the one who had run across the country to escape the very man Bucky loathes.

“I know the things he's done alright? I’m not that oblivious”

“I’m sure you aren't, Steve wouldn't go through all this trouble for someone who isn't..smart. But what you know about your husband is only what he's allowed you to see, in this life, there's so much that goes between looks and eyes,”

“Steve, it's this life that's changed him, changed all of us, swallowed him up until we couldn't even recognise each other. God I wish you could have seen him before, he was so carefree, ran like the wind couldn't even catch him. Your husband, evil like that is born in you, encoded into your DNA until you know nothing else" Bucky replies

“How do you expect me to believe that about him if you leave me in the dark all this time? You say Steve is a good man, well then tell me how” You reply

Bucky grinds his teeth, his jaw working as he weighs the metaphorical pros and cons of letting you in, and telling you things you he doesn't doubt Steve hasn’t. It was strange, Bucky felt it was wrong for you to be in this agreement with Steve so blindly, Steve had told him he wanted to protect you, but how can he say that when you don't even know what he's protecting you from?

With a gruff sigh, Bucky turns his neck to face you, delving into one of the main, if not the entire reason Steve is the way he is, and of course it had to be connected to you.

“About a decade or so ago, Steve was in love with a woman, she was everything to him, his breath, his bones, his love, she owned it all. Now it was about the time when Steve was ordained to take over from his father, it was a tradition since the Rogers planted their foot in the underworld, and it was once Steve's father did not take it lightly. Taking over meant your entire life would be dedicated to this throne, you would live, breathe and eat business, and for Steve, what he lived for was her.” Bucky shifts so that his gaze moves from the Manor. And like he's ashamed to be telling you this, to let the stark demeanour of Steve crack.

Bucky chuckles in the sort of way that wasn’t out of humour, your eyes strain as you peer at him, watching him scratch his jaw and tussle his brown locs free from their curls.

“Steve’s father could sense his weakness before it even started, I guess he thought Steve would realise what was at stake, the responsibilities that he had to honour as part of this family. That week before his coronation, Steve refused his father in front of an entire dining room of men. He refused to let go of her in exchange for his marriage to the throne. Told all of them that he was going to marry her and run off. And I still don't know if it was a show of discipline or plain evil, but Steve never got that chance” Bucky says.

“What do you mean?” You reply, your confused expression turning grim as you notice the bleak look on Bucky's face.

“She was- she was murdered that very next morning” Bucky replies, his eyes returning to you, as you whip your head back to stare at him in horror.

“Your husband, was paid by Steve’s father to murder his fiance” Bucky replies after a beat, your breath leaves your chest as you stare at him in disbelief, hands grasping the edges of your apron as you wait for the punchline, and Bucky stares at you in anguish as you realise there isn't.

You don't know what sounds leave your mouth, just the look of Bucky’s face tears you away from his gaze and the tears glide down your neck. You don’t bother to wipe them, you don't doubt there is more anguish to come, more revelations that will have your head spinning, more secrets that were kept from you.

“Hey, hey, look at me” Bucky replies

“I can’t, I didn’t tell you this for nothing alright? I can’t have you leaving here teary-eyed, you told me you were strong yeah? So be strong. Your husband is a murdering psychopath, he has been since he was a teenager, this mercenary job was done to get his foot in this business, and now you're all muddled up in it too. And Steve, he doesn’t want what happened to her to happen to you” Bucky replies, squeezing your arm to shake you back to the present.

“But why? Why would Steve’s father do that?” You reply

Bucky stares off into the curving hills of wheat and grass, shaking his head before replying

“It was Steve’s obligation, it had been since he was conceived, Steve's father thought he gave him a life free of responsibilities while growing up in that town, he didn't think that recklessness would follow him to Brooklyn”.

“Town? What town” You ask, and this time Bucky avoids your gaze, whispering incoherent obscenities under his breath

“That is something only Steve can tell you, me and Steve grew up together in Brooklyn during our teenage years. That place was something from before even that, before even me”. Bucky replies

You nod as you stare at the river that swirled across the Manor grounds, the shock of your husband's role in Steve’s becoming the invisible stone-faced don he was now didn't fully hit you yet. It was like you were numb, forced to put on a brave face in front of Bucky, who had trusted you enough to tell you about Steve.

Steve.

The man who you had believed conned his way into your life, and tricked you into a deal you didn't agree to now seemed different to you, you can’t fathom how a man like that, a man so instilled in the traditions of this world once defied it. Steve had once been so in love he was ready to disown his father's own expectations of him, and yet in the end it had gotten her killed, and it had left him seated on the very throne he despised.

“We should probably head back, lord knows what Steve would say if he knew you were still here” Bucky replies, pulling out a cigarette from his suit breast pocket, and flicking open a metallic silver lighter encrusted with the Rogers family heirloom.

The amber light that ignites the bud elicits a strange feeling that litters goosebumps across your body, it reminds you of a burning photograph, left to ashes and soot. You can smell the stench of it too, and Bucky watches you carefully as he clasps the lighter back into his pocket, nodding to the trail you had just come from.

Your mind is too preoccupied to remember walking back to the Manor, or even sliding into the car door Bucky had opened for you. Your mind circled back and forth between the answers Bucky had muttered under the sweet wisp of the morning breeze and the millions of questions that were met with the same silence and face of neutrality that Steve wore.

There was so much that you didn’t know, it hadn't hit you before, but it was so frighteningly obvious now. You were still the same foolishly naive girl that you had been 10 years ago, except this time, if Bucky had been right, you weren't being robbed of your entire autonomy.

You couldn't deny that since you had arrived in Brooklyn, you felt a strange pull that led you to Steve, you felt it the first time he walked into the diner, and although it was crowded by fear then, you can feel it in all its entirety now. For some strange reason, you hoped what Rumlow had said was just another thread of lies he had made you unravel, you hoped to god for Steve’s sake that all it was, was a childish attempt at getting out of babysitting.

You had steered your mind clear from falling down the rabbit hole of what else it could be, and the sinking feeling that begins to unfurl in your stomach now has you pinching yourself awake,  and forcing yourself to stare through the tinted car windows. You watch the blur of the pine trees crowding the curving roads and Bucky’s incessant tapping of the steering wheel over-stimulate your senses, resting your head on the window.

Perhaps Steve knew a thing or two about betrayal, and from the same man that had made you run halfway across the country.

#james bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fic #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #mafia!au #mafia!steve rogers x female reader #mafia!steve rogers #mob steve rogers #mob!steve rogers x woc!reader #mob!steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x black female reader #steve rogers x black!reader #mafia!steve rogers x black!reader #mafia!bucky barnes #mafia!sam wilson #mafia!avengers #innocent!reader #neonovember #neo writes #mafia!steve rogers x woc!reader #mob!steve rogers x black!reader #tapttd #series #mafia!steve rogers series #mob!bucky x reader #mafia!bucky #mob!steve rogers x innocent!reader #steve rogers x innocent!reader

[geminigengar]

y/n in the avengers gc: everybody shut up this is a girlies of colour moment

steve: girlies of colour?

sam: aht aht! not you

bucky: what does that even mean

nat: it means ur white, james

rhodey: damn yall still talkin?

clint: its a free country

sam: its not a free group chat

y/n: show of hands gets to talk, raise ur hand if u dont burn in the sun

y/n: (��🏼/🙋🏽/🙋🏾/🙋🏿)

sam: 🙋🏾

rhodey: 🙋🏿

y/n: period. as i was fuckin saying-

thor: 🙋🏻

y/n: thor no

thor: i do not burn in the sun of midgard. :D

sam: goddamn it

#incorrect avengers #avengers imagine #thor x reader #sam wilson x reader #avengers x reader #bucky barners x reader #captain america x reader #all playonic ofc #poc!reader #woc!reader #black!reader #my own writing

[whoreforsamwilson]

Runner, Runner

Warning: NO PLOT, fem receiving, language, MDI

"Fuck," I whimpered gripping the sheets.

"Sam, please I can't take it anymore," I whined, begging him for him to stop. He pushed my back in making me arch my back deeper.

“Shit, you're so tight." He groaned The sound of his voice sent shivers down my back. I could never get enough of this man, but right now I need a break.

"You take me so good, baby." He moaned, thrusting deeper.

I let out a whimper trying to get away from him, "Uh-uh c'mere, and take this dick."

He growled his words slurred as he started moving faster I was panting harder, trying not to come.

I knew he had some built-up stress from the last mission he was on and I was just trying to let him release, but this, this is something different I never tried to run from him before.

He pulled me against his chest and he continued to thrust inside of me.

I let out a loud moan as he rubs my clit, making me jerk under his hand and his cock, hitting my clit at each stroke.

I screamed out my orgasm, gripping his arms for support. My eyes rolled back when a wave of pleasure washed over me.

I felt my legs start to shake uncontrollably, Sam didn't care he held me unsteady his strokes became slopper letting me know he was close to his edge.

“Cum in me,” I moaned.

“Fuck,” he grunted, finally cumming. We collapsed together, both breathing heavy and sweaty.

I could smell him on me. It made me want more.“You ready for round two?” He asked grinning.

He chuckled lowly before pushing up on his elbows staring into my face with lust. “You know that's gonna be a little difficult seeing as we aren't fucking right now.”

#captain america #sam wilson #sam wilson fanfiction #sam wilson x black!reader #sam wilson x woc reader #sebastian stan #marvel #anthony mackie #bucky barnes #bucky x reader

[lillywillow]

Building Bridges

Summary: When your apartment is being fumigated, your cousin offers his home for you to stay. You soon find out about Sam’s ongoing feud with the guy across the hall but when you meet his cute roommate, the pair of you come up with a plan to put an end to it.

 Word Count: 1842

 Pairings: Steve x WOC!Reader

 Warnings: Fluff, fake dating, mild swear words

 Your apartment complex had recently been fumigated. Naturally when you told your cousin Sam about it, he offered to you a place to stay and to move all your things out of there until you could move back. Sam was a great guy but within the first two days, he was starting to grind on your nerves with the amount of complaining he was doing about the guy who lived across the hall from him. “Bucky did this, Bucky did that,” it was always over the most trivial stuff. Frankly, you were getting sick of it.

 One afternoon, you were bringing back groceries when the bottom of one of the bags just decided to break.

 “Oh, come on!” you groaned, kneeling down and trying to salvage what you could.

 “Here, let me give you a hand with that…”

 You looked up to see one of the most gorgeous men you have ever seen coming to your rescue.

 “Thanks,” you smiled, feeling butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach as he smiled back at you.

 With Steve’s help, you were able to pack away the some of the items into the other bags and he offered to carry the larger items that would fit.

 “I haven’t seen you around here before. I’m Steve.”

 “I’m Y/N. I’m staying with my cousin Sam while my apartment is being fumigated.”

 “Sam Wilson?” he asked.

 “Yeah. You know him?”

 “He’s my neighbour,” he sighed. “My roommate has been fighting with him it’s just so…”

 “Petty?” you supplied.

 “Exactly,” he chuckled.

 You were about to respond when Sam interrupted you by clearing his throat. You turned to see Sam standing in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.

 “Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?”

 You rolled your eyes before turning back to Steve.

 “I’ll see you around,” you smiled, heading into the apartment.

 “What were you doing talking to that guy?” Sam asked, with all the tone of an overbearing father.

 “One of the bags broke and Steve stopped to help pick them up,” you replied, gesturing to the groceries in your arms and setting them down on the counter.

 “He probably arranged this…”

 “What?”

 “Barnes. He probably arranged for the bag to break and sent Steve in to seduce you and hurt you to hurt me…”

 You couldn’t believe the words you were hearing.

 “You’re not serious…”

 “I know how his mind works…”

 “Dude, you don’t even know how your mind works. Look, I’m going to get dinner started. Try not to hurt yourself while you’re sitting over there thinking your weird little thoughts,” you smirked.

 If Sam kept up with all his annoying behaviours, you were definitely going to have to put in a call to his sister. That would certainly be one thing to put him in his place.

…

 A few days later, you were heading out almost at the same time as Steve.

 “Y/N, good to see you again,” he smiled.

 “Good to see you again,” you smiled back.

 “Listen, I hope Sam didn’t give you too much grief,” he sighed, recalling his conversation with Bucky.

 “He’s just being impossible. Some crap about Bucky sending you to seduce me to hurt him.

 “Bucky gave me a similar lecture about you using your feminine wiles and something about never trusting anyone related to Sam Wilson.”

 You both laughed a little at the utter nonsense the two men were spouting.

 “Could I take you out for coffee sometime? I think I’d like to get to know you better.”

 “I’m not busy now,” you smiled.

 “Great! I know a great little café down the street,” he replied, leading the way.

 “So, how did whole stupid feud thing get started anyway?” you asked.

 “It’s been going on for so long now it’s hard to remember. I think it had something to do with a parking spot or a noise complaint and it just escalated from there just getting more and more ridiculous,” he explained.

 “That doesn’t surprise me. My cousin can hold a grudge. He still brings up the time I lost one of his toys when we were kids.”

 Steve chuckled as he listened to you, enjoying hearing you talk about your past.

 “I love Sam like he’s my brother but he can really get on my nerves sometimes,” you sighed.

 “Same with Bucky,” Steve laughed.

 “I just wish there was something we could do to make them get along. I mean, there’s no real reason they couldn’t. Surely they’re both sensible guys to some extent. There must be something…”

 Steve thought for a moment.

 “You know, if we started being friends, they would have to start being nicer to each other,” he said, just putting the idea out there.

 “I have a better plan. We should just start dating. That would really annoy them!” you grinned.

 Steve’s face flushed at the suggestion which you found rather cute.

 “You mean like… dating, dating?”

 “We don’t have to really date, but if they think we are, they might actually have be nicer to each other,” you explained.

 A smile slowly crept across Steve’s face.

 “I like the way you think, Y/N.”

 Over coffee, you formulated your diabolical plan.

…

 By the time you got home, Sam was waiting for you.

 “You were with him again, weren’t you?”

 “What are you, my jealous husband?” you scoffed.

 “I’m your cousin, Y/N. I care about you and I don’t want to see you get hurt…”

 There was a sincerity in his eyes that made you smile softly.

 “I know and I love you too, cous but I’m a big girl now and I’m fully capable of making my own decisions… in fact… Steve has asked me out on a date tonight and I have accepted…”

 Not exactly a lie, Steve had asked you out to dinner but it was more of a friendship dinner than romantic.

  Sam’s eyes widened and he stood there stammering.

 “But… but…”

 “No buts. I’m going and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. Besides, how often is it that I go on dates?”

 That kept him quiet for a while. Your last relationship was with a real jerk of a guy and since then you had been careful about your dating selection. There was something in the back of your mind that told you Steve would be much better than your ex was but you could tell he was shy so you wouldn’t push it any further than he wanted to go.

…

 The next morning, you woke up early to start on the next stage of your plan. Checking that the coast was clear, you beckoned Steve in from across the hall and into the room you were staying in unnoticed. You waited until you heard the sounds of Sam starting his morning routine before emerging from your room.

 “Morning, Y/N. How was your date?” Sam asked, not even trying to hide the bitterness in his voice.

 “It was good,” you smiled, trying to keep yourself from laughing.

 “Morning, doll,” Steve drawled, scratching his head as he walked out of your room shirtless.

 “Morning, sweetness,” you smiled, giving him a peck on the lips.

 Sam’s jaw dropped.

 “You… and he…?”

 “Okay, so my date went great,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around Steve.

 He smiled and nuzzled your neck. Sam stood there babbling, unable to form a coherent sentence before announcing he had to leave. You both waited until he was going before moving onto the next stage of the plan. This time, you smuggled into Steve’s room and waited for Bucky to start his morning routine. When Steve gave you your cue, you walked into the kitchen wearing Steve’s shirt.

 “Morning, honey,” you greeted, giving Steve the same chaste kiss as before.

 Steve smiled and wrapped his arms around you as you sat on his lap. Much to your delight, Bucky gave the same dumbfounded reaction as Sam.

 “You… and her… you…?”

 “What can I say, Buck? You were right about her feminine wiles,” Steve purred, giving you a warm kiss that left you feeling dizzy.

 Bucky was even more flustered at Steve revealing his previous conversation.

 “You know what, I think I’ll just grab something on my way out…”

 It was only after Bucky had made his exit that you both burst out laughing.

 “Did you see their faces?!” you cackled.

 “I know right?!” Steve chuckled.

 After the laughter died down, you realised you were still sitting on Steve’s lap.

 “Sorry,” you muttered, standing up and feeling your face heat up.

 “It’s totally fine,” he smiled. “Would you like to stay for breakfast?”

 “You know, I really would,” you smiled back.

…

 Over the next week, you saw Steve a lot and during that amount of time, you and Steve grew closer together. You learnt more about each other and showing signs of affection were becoming easier. It didn’t feel like you were acting anymore, instead, it felt perfectly natural, like you were meant to be a couple.

 One afternoon, you were hanging out with Steve at his place. You were cuddled up to his side and watching a movie together. Suddenly, Bucky walked in followed by Sam, looking calmer than you had ever seen them in one place together.

 “Hey, guys. What’s up?” Steve asked, pausing the movie.

 “We have come to a decision,” Bucky began.

 “Yes. We have decided if you’re going to continue this relationship, we will try to get along… for your sake,” Sam continued.

 “Really, Sam?” you smiled.

 “Really, Y/N. We see how happy you make each other and we’ve decided we’re not going to stand in the way of that. We’re going to grab a bite to eat and catch a ball game if you want to join us,” he offered.

 You and Steve looked at each other and smiled.

 “Actually, we’re good here but you go ahead.”

 “Alright. We’ll catch you later then,” Bucky shrugged. The pair of them started another petty argument on their way out but quickly put an end to it when they were reminded of their promise.

 “Looks like our plan worked,” Steve smiled.

 “Looks like it,” you smiled back.

 “You know, we really should tell them we were faking it this whole time,” he mused.

 There was a quiet moment before Steve leant in, giving you a tender kiss on the lips. You placed your hand on the back on his neck to deepen it a little as Steve held you a little closer. Eventually, you had to break for air.

 “Then again, we have a pretty good thing going,” you breathed, moving in for another kiss.

#Building Bridges #Steve Rogers #steve x reader #woc reader #Steve x WOC reader #Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #silly fights #Fake Dating #friends to lovers

[cevansbrat0007]

hi!! do u know if ur still gonna write the fic where reader and her friend get spanked together?

Good Girls & Little White Lies: Dubai

Summary: You and Mya are tired of being cooped up in the Avengers Compound, so you plan a quick trip while your boys are away on a mission. They'll never find out... Steve Rogers x Black!Reader Sam Wilson x WOC!OFC

*Warnings: Slightly Bratty Reader, Slightly Bratty OFC, Name Calling, Angry Avengers, Cursing, Spanking, Punishments (mentioned), Ridiculousness for no real reason,  Minors DNI

A/N: Not super proofread. All mistakes are my own.

The first time the thought of escape crossed your mind was three weeks into your newfound captivity at the Avengers Compound when Peter had asked you and your best friend, Mya, why you two “always seemed so on edge” on Thursday nights. You two had shared a glance as you picked at your respective Lamb Curry and Chicken Tikka Masala, unsure of how you were supposed to answer that one without admitting the new lifestyle you now led, courtesy of Captain America and Falcon.

Why weren’t you ladies a fan of Thursdays? Simple. Thursdays with your men meant that it was Maintenance Night, which also meant that spankings were in your future. The awful thing about maintenance spankings was that it didn’t matter how good you’d been over the course of the week. Oh no. No matter how well behaved you were, you still had a hand or a belt or, worst of all, a paddle, in your future. And it hurt.

“Oh do we? That’s weird. Probably because the same show we watch comes on tonight or something.” She shrugs and goes back to grazing on her Masala. You take a bite of your shared garlic naan. 

Peter shrugs and walks away. Thank you, bestie.

“I’m going to burn that fucking paddle.” Mya murmurs. 

“Do you really think that’s a good idea, honey?” You respond as you dip your naan in the gravy of your curry. “That might just make things worse.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but have you ever been spanked by a very determined and very thorough Sam Wilson?” She jabs her fork into an innocent piece of chicken. 

“Can’t say I have, Mya. But my boyfriend happens to be a physically enhanced super soldier. He spanks me well and often. I can tell you that it hurts.” You grace her with a pointed look. It wouldn’t do either of you any good to fight about this. No matter how you shook it, this shit sucked. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just can’t keep living like this. It’s like, no matter how good I behave, here comes a motherfucking spanking.” 

You nod at her words. “I understand. This is not…ideal. The bastards are lucky we love them, because this shit is for the birds.”

Steve and Sam pick that moment to walk into the kitchenette.

“Good evening, ladies.” Sam rumbles. “Mya, are you almost done with dinner? It’s nearly time for our…conversation.” He strokes a large hand through her hair.

“How’s your food, Y/N?” Steve asks before stealing your fork to take a bite. “Mmm. Tastes good, baby. But speaking of conversations…” He pins you with a knowing look. “C’mon now. You’ll have leftovers for tomorrow.”

“Can’t we just skip tonight, please? I don’t want to…”

“Yeah, what she said.” Mya whines. 

“That’s enough out of you two.” Sam growls. “Mya, you have ten minutes to finish and clean up before I come back and get you.” He leans down to peck her lips. 

Steve’s hand goes to the back of your neck, giving it a light squeeze. “Same goes for you, baby. See you in ten.”

They leave the room, leaving you and Mya to look at each other. “Alright, Mya.” You manage to grit out. “They leave to go on a mission in a couple of days. When they do, we’re going to burn those paddles and take a fucking trip out of this damned country. We can be there and gone before they even get back. They’ll never know, and it will keep me from murdering Steve Rogers in is sleep.”

“I’m down.” She lowers her voice. “Where do you want to go?”

You giggle softly. “Remember that one time we went to Dubai and how much fun we had? Let’s do that again.”

“Fuck yeah.”

—

Somehow, you both survive your punishments. And then, the moment you see your boys off for their mission, you get to work.

Paddles? Burnt.

Tickets? Purchased. 

Hotel? Booked.

Natasha and Tony had tried to advise you both against your plans, but you were done. When it was said and done, they had agreed not to say anything. And Stark had even offered you access to his private jet. 

Ticket refund? Accepted. 

And then it was just you and your girl. Three days. In Dubai. We’re talking drinks, dinner, days spent curled up reading books by the beach. Everything had been wonderful. And the best part? You were both able to sit down comfortably without a fucking pillow.

“This was a great idea, baby.” Mya wraps an arm around your neck as you stroll back to your shared hotel room. “Too bad it has to end tomorrow.”

“I know.” You sigh. “This was amazing. I’m so glad you’re my best friend, Mya. I love you.”

“Aww. I love you too. I would not be able to make it through this life without you, Y/N. Especially not with these men. Why do we love them?”

“Dunno.” You grumble. “Maybe because they’re cute and they’ve helped save the world a couple times? I’m just spitballing here.” You toss a wink in her direction as you go to open your door, only to be stopped dead in your tracks when you see Steve and Sam…

Sitting on your respective beds. You don’t have to look at Mya to know that she just about shit her pants. Fuck!

“Hello, girls.” Steve says. “Gotta say, tracking you two down was fun. We’re here to take you home.” 

“We sure are. We’ve already got your stuff packed and everything.” Sam growls. “Ready to go?” 

“Oh, but Sam. I think we need to take care of something before we get our girls on the jet, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do. Come on in, ladies. Unless you two want an audience.” You and Mya both shake your heads and attempt to back out of the room. 

“Don’t you do it.” Steve snarls. “Don’t you dare even think about it.” You and Mya share a glance and then take off in opposite directions. She goes left, you go right.

“Goddamnit!” Sam snarls. “Get back here!”

You hear your bestie squeal when Sam manages to capture her before hauling her limp body back to the room. Steve is on you seconds later. He picks you up around your waist as he drags you back to your room as well. How did they even have a key? That had to be some kind of violation on a number of levels.     

Just that quick, the four of you are back inside. And you watch in slow motion horror as Sam lowers your best friend facedown over his lap. Oh no. This couldn’t be happening. You watch as she struggles, prompting Sam to throw one thickly muscled leg over her much smaller thighs.

And then you realize Steve is doing the same thing. “Wait, baby…no. Don’t do this. I’ll get on the jet with you. We - we both will. Please don’t do this.” 

"Yes we will!" Mya yells.

“Quiet!” Both men bark at the same time. 

“You two want to act up at the same time, you get punished at the same time. You need to learn.” Sam grunts. 

“Thanks for your input, Daffy. Gotta tell you, I cannot wait until it’s duck hunting season. I swear to god I’ll - oww!” Steve smacks your ass hard before raising the skirt of your dress to deliver another resounding smack. “Oww!”

“What have I told you about insulting Sam?” He smacks your ass again. “Apologize, now!” Another smack.

“No. He’s annoying.” You whimper. Smack! Smack!

“I’m sorry. But please note that I’m only apologizing under duress.”

“I’ll take what I can get.” He mumbles as he lays a series of hard swats on Mya’s exposed butt. “Sammy, stop! It hurts!” You watch out of the corner of your eye as she tries to surge out of his lap. 

“Good. Spankings should hurt. Ah ah, don’t you even think about putting your hand back here, little girl.” You can hear her crying now. You’re not too far behind.

You on the other hand were struggling in Steve’s lap. “Keep still, Y/N. We’re going to finish this spanking and then you’re going into the corner to think about your actions while I make sure I’ve grabbed all of your things, you naughty little brat.” Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Steve, please, baby!” You wail as your boyfriend hits a particularly sensitive spot.  You could not believe your bare ass was out in front of your friend like this. This right here was fucking embarassing. You wince when you hear Mya cry out.

“Don’t you hit her that hard, you brute.” You hiss at Sam.

“Quiet, Y/N. Don’t make me roast this ass even more than I’m already about to.”

END

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[spookiekewchie]

⛓kinktober 2021- overstimulation⛓

—keep me runnin', leave it messy...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Sam Wilson x woc!reader

Summary: breaking daddy’s rules has consequences…

Word Count: 1.1k+

Warnings: language, pwp (we jumping right into the smut, what is plot lmao), overstimulation, toys (a vibrator is used), daddy kink (just the name is used), pet names (honey), unprotected sex (wrap those willies), multiple orgasms, squirting, mirror sex, crying, I think that’s it

A/N: DAY SEVENTEEN OF KINKTOBER! Yall already knew I wasn’t about to let kinktober go by without writing something for my baby Sam. Anyways, all mistakes and errors are my own. I wrote this on my phone and gave it a look over but knowing me I probably missed a few things. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

You’re panting, chest heaving, and body shining with a sheen of perspiration as you struggle to keep your legs open for the assault of the virbator against your clit. You’re crying from the sheer overwhelming nature of the pleasure that Sam is making you endure, and all because you fucked around and touched yourself without daddy’s permission. He’d warned you and it had been your choice not to heed the warning, now you were paying the price for your disobedience.

Sam has you sitting in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom, legs splayed apart and a vibrator pressing right against your swollen and overstimulated clit. You don’t even know how many times he’s made you cum so far, but you do know that it’s far from over unless you safe word.

“Look at you, my greedy girl just can’t stop herself from cumming can she?” Sam teases you, watching as you fall apart again. By now your juices are soaking the carpet under you, but you hardly care when your attention is stuck on the reflection of your body on display as it succumbs to the intense pleasure. Part of you regrets breaking the rules, but another part of you loves when Sam pushes your limits like this.

“Daddy please!” You cry out with a broken sob, legs trying to close again only for him to force them apart by hooking them over his. “I said I was sorry, please I promise–ah fuck!” Sam doesn’t buy your apology or the promises one bit and the vibrations land on your overstimulated bud yet again. You press back against him, trying to wiggle away but his body is solid behind you and the look you catch from him in the mirror says he’s very much enjoying this. You last only seconds before your body gives in and you’re cumming with a hoarse cry and trembling like a leaf against Sam.

“You know better than to go touchin daddy’s pussy without his permission, don’t you?” He questions and you nod, hips jerking when you feel his calloused fingers circling over your clit. You’d think his fingers were a mercy but in the state he’s worked you into it’s just another form of the sweetest sort of torture. Your hands move to grip against his thighs, needing something to keep yourself as grounded as you can despite Sam’s insistent fingers. “Yeah that’s what I thought, you knew better and you still decided to break daddy’s rules.” He tsks at you as if he’s disappointed and not entirely enjoying this. You can feel how much he’s enjoying this though, and when you grind your hips back against him he groans in your ear. If you weren’t so overwrought with pleasure you might have it in you to smirk at how easily you get to him.

Instead his fingers are pushing you over the edge again, and you feel like another orgasm might actually break you. Greedily and probably foolishly you want to find out. “Please, please I’m sorry. L-let me be your good girl again, please I’ll make you feel so good.” You beg him, in a desperate attempt to both get what you want and get back into his good graces. Sam smirks against your temple, fingers never stilling against your clit despite your broken sounds at the torturous pleasure. You can tell he’s thinking about it, and you hope he’ll give in and let you have what you both want.

“Do you think you deserve that? Think you’ve learned your lesson?” He questions and you sob out a yes, daddy please! I promise I did! You aren’t sure if he really believes it or if he’s simply had enough of holding himself back because he says nothing and just repositions your exhausted body into hands and knees so you both can watch your face when he sinks into you from behind. Your mouth falls open in a wordless cry, tears threatening to fall at how intense the stretch of him inside you feels after well over an hour of him making you cum over and over again. It leaves you shaking and mindless you stare at your reflection with glazed over eyes. When you whine at his first thrust Sam just shushes you with a quiet “I know honey, I know, but you can take it.”

And then he makes you take every slow, deep, earth shattering thrust until you feel a new type of pressure building every time his cock hits that soft spongy spot of sensitive nerves inside you. It’s no surprise to either of you when cum again and your squirt gushes down your thighs. It’s no less overwhelming though, and you barely keep yourself propped up by your trembling arms when it washes over you. “Fuck, that’s it. Make a mess on daddy’s cock.” Sam praises, still thrusting into you and it’s like he has your body on a hair trigger now because you cum again for him with another gush. You sob in pleasure, arms giving out and your upper body collapsing to the carpeted floor while Sam’s strong hands frame your hips and keeps them dragging back against his cock to make sure every thrust hits you deep. He watches your face loving that fucked out expression of yours and how it twists up in painful pleasure when his thrusts start to pick up in speed and he begins to drive into you harder.

You’re so far gone that you can’t even process when one climax ends and the next one begins. All you know is that Sam is reminding you just how much control he has over your body. Even when you think you can’t give him another one you do. “Please, daddy…please I–“ it’s all slurred together and you aren’t even sure the words you’re saying are words. Sam has mercy though, and he can see how you’re barely hanging onto consciousness now and he doesn’t hold back his own release, using your body to chase his high and fill you. You sigh at the feeling, body twitching and too sensitive now that it’s all sis and done and lessons have been learned.

Slowly he pulls himself out of you, cooing at you when he hears the sound of discomfort that you give. You know he has to if he’s going to take care of you after, but you’re so tired that all you want is sleep so your body can recover. “It’s okay, honey. We’re done,” he promises and you nod tiredly while he carefully gathers you into his arms. There’s another whine of protest but it’s quieted by his lips pressing softly against the crown of your head. “I know you wanna sleep, but you gotta let me take care of you first.”

It’s all a blur after that, but you know he settles you into a hot bath, dries you off, makes you eat and drink, and then he’s got you bundled up against his side for the night while you cling to him in your sleep.

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pool/ beach sex with sam wilson?

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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

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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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[neonovember]

Bourbon Decision’s

Steve Rogers mafia!au

summary: In light of your reappearance in New York, Steve makes a decision that begins the road to the relationship between you both. And you, begin to remember some familiar faces.

warnings; mentions of death, murder, angst and violence

a/n: so, this chapter gave us a little bit of a back story on how the reader ends ups in Brooklyn, and who her husband truly is. Your girl is a fighter! More parts coming soon…

The cursive lettering burns a hole through your chest, the edges cracked and plastered as you shove accusation down into your pocket. It almost feels poisonous, like simply touching it will make him come around the corner, reminding you that you would never be alone, that you were never going to escape him.

You’re able to hide your shaking hands from Caroline, who takes your silence as simple exhaustion, you fill ill, the bile rises from your throat and you pinch your arm to stop yourself from gagging.

You’re able to conceal your emotions well, your entire life and marriage has been holding up a mask, it was a dance that was all you knew, and all you would ever thank him for.

“You alright there sugar” Caroline looks towards you, eyes filled with concern and she takes notice of your wobbly legs. She reaches with a hand to steady you, but you ignore it, holding onto the granite counter, forcing your downturn eyes to look up at Caroline, you straighten your back.

“Yep, fine, I just need to use the restroom” You reply catatonically, a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes has Caroline looking at you even more strangely.

You turn down the hall, passing David, his auburn black bun bopping to the tunes chirping out of a beaten-up purple stereo he gaggled a 17-year-old in exchange for a pack of Marlboros.

The smells of bacon grease and butter that causes the insatiable monster taking camp in your stomach to growl now has you running into the staff bathroom, the door slamming behind you as you dry heave the entire contents of your breakfast.

Wiping the spit falling from your mouth you turn on the tap, scrubbing your face clean and running a wet hand across your hair. The reflection staring back at you looks nothing like the woman just mere hours ago, a woman who thought she had escaped the biggest tormentor in her life, a woman who thought she was finally free. This woman, the one whose eye bags now seem deeper than before, whose skin looks dull and pulled across her body like skin on bone is bound and shackled by the haunted past that never seemed to wretch its fingers off of her.

Each time she thinks she has a chance at life, the chain wrapped around her neck tightens, and it pulls her back until she's dislocated and bruised. It shakes her violently and spits in her face, laughing and cackling, staring down at her in disgust because how could she have been so stupid? So foolishly naive?

You don't escape men like her husband, you just end up dead.

An overwhelming desire engulfs you, the need to survive and flee fills you strong, and for a second you glance at the back door that leads to the alleyway hidden from the main road. You've got enough cash on you to skip town, maybe hunker down in a dingy yellow motel for a bit until you feel

But what's the point? There was no plan B for what you did, your escape itself was a fucking plan B, and your head is still pounding from the success of it. You had gotten lucky, for the first time in your life, you had gotten lucky. You wouldn't get this chance again, this was it for you. Skipping town would do nothing, but prolong the inevitable, there were no steps ahead with the men you knew, at least let you die with your dignity.

You can't help but laugh at your stupidity, it racks through your body and has you bent over, gripping your stomach, before your shoulder shudders with cracked sobs, a hand muffles your wails as you run the tap, the last you wanted was for adiora to hear you.

You were just so exhausted your body weighed down with the fatigue and stress of your escape, the bruises and injuries you've accumulated over the years that never fully healed took a toll on you. You'd never gone a day without seeing how your body would look without the yellows and purples colliding, some ragged and large while others were small and deliberate. It made you walk funny, your manager had asked if it was a limp, if you'd be able to waitress with all the walking it included, you rushed to tell her it was nothing, just a fall that didn't heal right.

You needed this job, and youd do anything to get it

Caroline had told you you could get benefits for it, to help with rent and supplies, you smiled and told her you'd look into it, you didn't think it would be appropriate to tell her it was years of abuse.

Could the government pay you for that? Or would you be met with an officer at your door ready to drag you back to your husband because of course he had the governor on speed dial and the NYPD in his front pocket?

A tiny bubble of anger begins to set place in your chest, how dare he? He didn't even want you, the nights he’d bring home countless women told you enough. Why did he so adamantly want you then? Keep you chained and locked in the palm of his hand? 

You've seen the other marriages in this line of work which were much like yours, transactional and strictly business. Except most of them had an agreement, you have yours and I have mine. Show up like you both are in love, clutching onto each other and keeping your lovers to the side.

Not him though, no, he wanted it all, you think he craved the power it gave him, to see you at his feet below him, your escape was the one time you felt like you had gotten him beat. You knew it wouldn't last long but damn did it feel good.

That man with golden hair looked at you so strangely, like he knew you from long ago, you'd shaken the sense of familiarity from your mind before it even began. This was New York, not Washington, no one knew you here. You were just a face, like any other, so why did he look at you like the sight of you broke him? 

The fact of the matter was, your husband was an unstable lunatic who fed off the fear of others, he’d probably shot a few women who even slightly resembled you during the time since your escape, so why didn't that man drag you out of the diner and into one of your husband-marked vehicles? 

There was only one explanation, one you couldn't bring yourself to entertain, but it still remained in the back of your mind, next to the hopes and dreams you had for yourself at 13. 

The sounds of your name being screeched from the counter can be heard echoing towards you, the diner was horribly understaffed and don’t doubt that there is a mountain of things that needed to be completed since your meltdown.

You need this job, you were not about to lose it.

So just like the years you have been trained, you shove the impending emotions down your stomach, straighten your back, and practice your smile before slamming the staff door behind you.

It’s well past 11 when you finally finish cleaning up after the last of the patrons that exited the diner, the moon was cloaked behind deep grey clouds, providing little light to your walk home. David had offered you a ride, but you had declined quickly, the thoughts circling your mind would be too loud for a car ride. You didn't like walking home, especially this late at night, but you had no choice. You would not want to incapacitate someone else's day, especially now with a target on your back.

The flickering street lights provide a tiny sliver of direction to the beaten path cracked with concrete and dirt. A loud truck filled with men slowed as they neared you, you kept your head down, fingers pressed into your palm as you tried to avoid any confrontation. They screamed obscenities, before zooming past you, the smell of burnt tire lingering behind them.

There was a shortcut to your apartment complex, though the back alleyways were hidden from the main street, and you made a sharp turn to follow the insecure path through the suburban houses. It doesn't take long before you notice the unmarked car following shortly behind you, just a few streets back, enough to not look conspicuous but still get a clear view of you.

You tense, unsure of what to do, you push your house keys between your fingers, silently praying to god that it wasn't him. And it seems that god is on your side today, as the car pulls into a dark street, leaving you breathless and releasing your grip on your keys.

You don't waste any time running the rest of the way until the dingy apartment complex comes into view, your neighbour, a sweet middle-aged lady whose smile never quite reached her eyes and who let you use her gas was screaming at her son, a cigarette hanging from his mouth in open shock.

You smiled to yourself as you passed them, he looked towards you with raised eyebrows, pleading for some support. You weren't about to tell her how to raise her kid, she looked even more exhausted than you.

Jimming the door handle a couple times, you finally shoulder your way into the safety of your small but safe apartment. The soft caramel walls were chipped away at the edges, and the wallpaper was peeling but it was home. It was the closest thing to something that was yours, and only yours. 

You quickly made yourself some time, to help calm the storm beginning to write inside your mind again, you hated coffee, it left you jittering and cold and you just wanted to sleep at this point.

After jumping into the shower, your waitressing clothes left sweaty and seeped with oil in the basket you finally found the solace of your cold bed. You invested good money into a solid mattress and covers, and it payed of by the softness and ease that engulfed you. 

You reached for the book left on the side table, its spine broken in and countless stains and markings left on its pages. You had never gotten the chance to read, you'd been told it was a useless waste of time that could instead be used for more important things.

Now though, with the threat of your safety looming around the corner, you felt you needed to finish every book you started, in fear you mightn't ever again.

Your mind, however, was running 50 miles an hour and it so happened to find him, golden boy, again. He looked so different from the henchmen of your husband. They were all short and stoic, egregious muscles bursting through tight shirts, fingers dirty with blood and sin. They all had that hungry insatiable expression, like rapid dogs, they salivated every time they were given a task, to murder, to steal, to torture. 

One particular night, when you left down the hall to the section of the house you weren't permitted to enter, the blood-curdling screams and moans followed by their laughter had you bolting out, they heard you anyway, and your husband had forced you to watch.

You just needed scissors.

This man though, his eyes shone with a different kind of darkness. One possibly more intricate and deeper than the sleazy men near your husband, and, it should have scared you. But it didn't, it pulled you closer like you wanted to dip your foot in and see how far it went. The sense of familiar you'd refused to feel filled you once again, a part of your mind was screaming at you, itching and shoving its fingers between bordered wood to get you to see.

Shaking your head you flicked to the dog-eared page, one thing you knew about the world you were married into, was all the men were obsessed with one thing, power and money, and they'd do anything to get it.

All of them.

The brown liquid sloshes against the ice as steve raises it to his lips, finishing it with one gulp. The familiar burn of liquor eases the tension in his shoulder, as he leans against the mahogany desk, hands folded against his chest.

“All I’m saying is that we have to act fast and we have to act now, every day that passes is another risk to the dominion, he's getting more and more erratic by the day” Sam murmurs, sitting on the plush velvet coach situated to the left of the expansive office, the high ceiling lights cast a glow across the room that does little to ease the tension.

Steve rubs his jaw, scratching at the stubble that has begun to grow, he's gotten so busy that he'd forgotten to shave. Steve’s mind is scattered, bits and pieces here and there, Sam was right, Matthews was getting even more unstable than he ever was, killing mercilessly without a second thought, leaving finger prints and blood and bodies. Sooner or later, he’d get the entire underworld exposed if he kept up with this.

“I know, I know, I just- I need to think” Steve begins, before Bucky interrupts quickly, his eyes roam Steve, squinting as he notices something off.

“It’s different this time, Matthews, it’s more than just his greed and psychotic tendencies, he’s lost something. And I have a feeling you know exactly what it is”. Bucky replies, eyebrows raising and he looks towards Steve.

Sam looks up rapidly, a grim look on his features as he takes in Steves silence

“Steve…what is it?” Sam replies, Steve was apprehensive to reply, eyes shutting for a few minutes, mind racking over the moments before, when he found you. Selfishly, in a way, he wanted to keep you hidden, a secret only he knew, but Sam and Bucky knew him long enough where they’d eventually find out.

“You know Matthews wife” Steve begins, Sam and Bucky lean in closer as they take in Steves tighten jaw and deep seated anger behind his eyes. Steve was a man of decorum, he’d rarely show his true anger, always hidden behind canine smiles and wolf like hunger, he was precise and meticulous with his rage. It’s what made him so powerful.

“The girl from your home town?, The quite one right?” Sam replies, confusion covering his features as he tries to connect the picture Steve was sewing in front of them.

His cracks as he remembers you, before Matthews and before he stamped out the light that always shone through your eyes, the oblivious innocence you carried that seemed to suck him in and ruin him for anybody else.

“Yeah, yeah, that one” Steve coughs before straightening his back 

“Poor girl, I heard she didn’t even get a say, just woke up one morning with his claws in her. I haven't seen her in any of the charity fundraisers in a long time” Bucky says, hands running through his jet black hair as he recalls your frequent absence. It was strange, most men would flaunt their wives anytime they’d get the chance, especially one as gorgeous as you. Not Matthews though, he acted as if you were invisible, a burden, like a mother running after her petulant child. As if he wasn't the one that gave you no choice but to marry him.

“She's gone” Steve spits out, his golden locks fall to his face as he quickly pushes them behind his ear, no one else knew of your absence, besides your husband and him, you were still behind the shadows of his wrath. Now the shoe had dropped and it was real, you’d really gone and done it, you’d escaped him.

“What do you mean Steve, your telling me that girl escaped one of the ruthless mob bosses in Northern America? The one with all the guns and men and fucked up morality? The one who’s murdered teenagers?” Sam emphasis in open shock, moving to get up from the sofa and walk closer to Steve.

“I dont know when, I don’t even know how, but she got out” Steve says, a sudden urge to see you again fills him, he shakes it away quickly before it consumes him whole and ruins him.

“Holy shit, she really did it. She’s got some fucking balls” Bucky says, eyes widening as he comes to terms with the fact that you may not have been as innocent as they once thought.

“But, if shes out...she knows what will happen to her now? As much as I hate Matthews, he brought her immunity and protection, especially one from a family like hers, now-, now she’s a walking target.” Sam says it was inevitable, the mafia world wouldnt allow for such treachery, for such betrayal.

“Open fucking season” Bucky continues, eyes strained behind Steve towards the frosted window of the office. The planes of concrete fields stretch endlessly, the smoke of vehicles and Nee Yorks smoking problem floating through the deep grey clouds.

What was your endgame?

The question circles Bucky’s mind, he was always searching for an answer, a causation, and right now you had him stumped. Funny.

Steve nods, nocking his leather dress shoes against each other, loyalty ran thicker than blood in this world of theirs, and what you had committed was worse their murder.

“She disappears I know, trust me I do, probably ends up at the bottom of the Hudson at best, and at worst..” Steve says

He didn’t need to continue for them both to understand. Eyes failing to wince as they had grown use to the brutality of the mafia.

“But, I talked to her, earlier today, down by Brooklyn” Steve begins to say before both Bucky and Steve interrupt him quickly

“You talked to her?! Jesus, Steve, this has got to be a fucking joke, because I know the man infront of me. And he would be as insane as to talk to a mafia’s wife, let alone the king of the dominion. Hell, even being near her would count as a death wish” Bucky replies, eyebrows furrowed as the shock of Steve’s recklessness hung in the air.

“We can’t afford an attack right now, especially one from someone as psychotic as him and his lunatics” Sam reiterates, unsure what had gotten into their usually calculated and cunning friend.

“Listen dammit”, Steve grumbles, hands flying around him

“If I get her to share some information about Matthews in return for safety, we’ll be able to get ahead, plan an attack before he even registers she’s back in New York”

“Back, she was here before?” Sam questions, confusion filling his usual stoic features

“She was here a couple years back, something happened, bad, and since it’s Matthews you know it had to have been some extraordinarily catastrophic shit” Steve murmurs, eyes far away as if he’s mind was back all those years. His fist tighten involuntarily, and he quickly reminds himself to relax before they take notice of his sudden anger.

“No one knows what happened, not Santiago, not even Brock. All we know is that he changed after that, became way worse. Before, at least he could keep a handle on it, after what happened though, it’s like he’s wishing for a reason to rage”. Steve continues, Bucky and Sam nod following him, they had all noticed the shift in Matthews behaviour, even more drastic then, the entire underworld whispered behind masks and glistens of pistols about the mafia don and his mental breakdown.

“Your asking her to commit treason then?” Sam quakes, hand pressing into the deep wood of the chair.

“She already did when she walked out that door, you don’t just make a decision like that, no, not for someone like her. She probably stayed in that decision for days, if not weeks. She knows the risks she took.” Steve informs, arms crossing against his chest, he knew you weren’t as stupid as people thought you were, in fact he knew you better than most people ever would.

You were similar to him in that way, cunning in ways people didn’t realise, always hidden beneath false naivety.

“Well, you sure he’s still out looking for her? How do you know he isn’t pointing a fucking laser at your head right now?” Bucky begins eyes strained to the window again as if looking out for any incoming steel bullets.

Steve remains silent as he hums to himself, a pen between his fingers as he jots down your address on a haphazard note pad.

“Because she would have already been dead by now” He says finally, underlining the street name twice, before clicking it back into the desk drawer. Sam laughs, a hand coming to rest at his chest, the under suit creases at his ministrations and it reminds Steve that he needs to buy one that actually looks good on him.

“You’re one insane mother fucker Steve, I’ll give you that” Sam chuckles at the casualness of the blond’s demeanour.

Steve shoots a smile, a real one, his canines glint and for a second, it’s as if a wolf has taken it’s place over his features. The rosy reds of his cheeks contrast against the sand gold of his hair and suddenly Steve looks younger. Like the cruelty and immorality of the world around him hasn’t taken his soul and left a gaping black hole.

“That’s how we win, it starts with her” Steve replies with finality, his voice refusing any negotiation or persuasion.

It was final, Steve set his eyes on you, and he wouldn’t stop until he got exactly what he wanted.

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Friend Of Mine {Long}

Warning: Language

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Hurt and anger formed in Sam’s eyes as the words fell from Bucky’s lips. “Sam please you have to understand,” Buck tried to reason stepping closer to Sam, but Sam only stepped further away from him.

Silence filled the room, Bucky searched Sam’s face for answers, or anything for that matter.

“He was my best friend,” Sam mumbles clutching his fist.

Bucky dropped his head, I watched from afar I didn’t want to interfere, at least not yet. “For years I mourned and grieved. And went through endless cycles of guilt.”

“I-“ started Bucky but Sam cut him off.

“And you know, I invited you into my home had you around my family, and expressed to you on multiple occasions how much Riley meant to me.”

Bucky tried apologizing for the umpteenth time since the truth was exposed.

I didn’t even know how to feel about the situation, Riley was my best friend to I was there with Sam on that endless emotional cycle.

I can only imagine the betrayal Sam feels compared to my own.

I loved Rile just as much as Sam does, but I also understand that Bucky wasn’t himself and was being controlled.

He took a deep breath and turned towards Sam again. "I know how important he was to the both of you. And I'm sorry, Sam. For everything." His voice broke on the last word.

Sam stared into the blue pools of Bucky's eyes, tears welling up in his own eyes.

He took a shaky breath as if his emotions were going to overtake him, “I trusted you.”

Sam left the room with nothing else left to say. It was quiet again, Bucky and I standing opposite of each other.

His eyes lingered on mine before he shifted them to the floor.

“If you need anything you know where to find me.” I gave him one last look before turning and following Sam outside.

It’d been over a month since we saw Bucky after what went down. Sam had been keeping himself distracted and distant.

He woke up extra early to leave and came home super late. Sarah would come by to check on him or bring the boys to get him out of his funk, but that never lasted long.

He would lock up in the garage working on something new for his suit or making upgrades on Red Wing, and if not that he was at the boat.

I knew that's where he'd be today, I braced myself and I turned the car off and got out.

I didn't know how any of it was gonna go, he kept everything bottled in and it could go left and fast. He sat on the edge of the dock with his fishing pole.

I could hear him humming along to Trouble Man.

I approached him sitting down next to him, he looked over at me and then turned his attention back to the water.

It was silent between us, and it had been like that for so long around the house I couldn't take it any longer.

"You okay Sam?" I asked.

"I just found out that my friend killed my best friend Y/N. How do you think I feel?" He spat. I took in a sharp breath trying to keep my composure. "Sam, I know you're upset, but we can't blame-"

Sam scoffed and looked at me sideways, "Y/n, don't finish that fucking sentence, Riley was your best friend too and you just gonna brush that shit under the rug again just like everyone else did!" He yelled now standing and walking towards the boat.

I got up and followed him, I didn't want this to turn into an argument, but I'd be damned if I let him talk to me like that.

"Are you serious right now Sam? You don't think I stayed up nights on end dealing with my emotions after caring and catering to you? Yes Rile was my best friend and I loved him just as much as you did, but I also know Bucky wasn't himself either. I'm trying to force you to talk to him, all I'm saying is that this doesn't mean you have to give up on him."

I stopped talking and sighed, Sam turned to me still staring daggers at me. "Why are you defending him so much? Did you know he did this?" Sam threw the questions faster than I could answer them, so I stayed silent.

Taking my silence as a yes Sam asked, "For how long?"

I couldn't lie to him any more than I already had, "From the moment you started working with Steve," I watched as his facial expression changed from anger to disbelief.

"How could you keep something like this away from me for so long Y/N?" asked Sam.

"You said you'd tell me everything when I needed you most," Sam said looking directly at me. His voice filled with hurt and hatred.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you were so excited to work with Steve and I didn't want to ruin that for you, but then once I saw on the news the attack on the bridge that day, I started doing my own digging, and that's when I found out. I wanted to tell you, but then you got into deep with him, and I couldn't bring myself to do it."

"I don't care, what was going on Y/N, you should have told me. You had plenty of time to tell me this Y/N/N."

"I'm sorry Sam," I apologized, I knew he wouldn’t care, but he needed to know that it wasn't the right time.

Sam closed his eyes and sighed deeply before opening them again, his gaze was soft, but held no warmth, "I think we need some time away from each other."

I stood there hurt running through me. I didn't say anything to change his mind, because I knew I couldn't do that.

"See you around," I said turning to walk out of the boat and to the car. I knew I wouldn't see him around anymore.

My heart felt like it was being ripped apart by the hands of the person I considered my friend and lover. I got into the car and drove home numbly, but now I know how he felt.

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[stargirlfics]

A thot. Five am you're still awake trying to finish but you can't , neighbor!Sam who is running by your house for his morning workout hears you. 👀

I’m obsessed with this idea oh my gosh! Hope you don’t mind if I expand on it a bit!

Sam Wilson is the kind of guy that can always make you feel special and being your neighbor and all sometimes he’d stop by your place to say hi

Not that you were super close but you know each other, he’s helped you move a few heavy pieces of furniture from time to time, given you gardening tips, helped you fix the hole in your porch stairs that one time

You’re acquainted let’s just say that, and maybe there was one time you almost kissed on the porch when he saw you watering your plants and struck up a conversation but that’s besides the point

Today, Sam heard some noises as he was running past your house and thought it was odd, you weren’t ever awake this early when he went on runs

The window to your bedroom was open just slightly from what he could see from the side of your house and as he stopped to listen for more sounds…he put it together

Sounds like you were having a real good time given the buzzing sound and your obvious whimpers

Poor thing, Sam thought

God how he wanted to give you a hand, put that toy to shame to be exact, make you feel so good you have him coming round every day

Sam couldn’t tell you how often he fantasized about you, about getting to touch you and please you, he’d die a happy man if he ever got the chance

Something was telling him to knock on your door, he knew there was chemistry between you, hell you’d been the one that had leaned in first in your almost-kiss, maybe he just needed to be bold

And so he was, patiently waiting on your porch, body leaned against your doorway, nerves going wild until you opened your door and he smirked at the way your chest rose heavily

“Sam?! What are you-…”

“If you need a hand with that I’m here you know, you can call me anytime you need to finish, darlin.”

Five minutes later Sam had you sprawled on all fours, his face between your thighs, tongue licking feverishly at your center while his hands kept your ass up in the air where he wanted

No fuckin way this was your life right now

You had to be dreaming but you wanted to stay in this dream for as long as possible

“Look at you, there you go. Push back on my fingers, go on. They’re so much bigger than yours, huh.”

What a menace

This was so much better than going at it alone like you had been all night

Sometimes you just needed a big, strong, handsome man to come help you out

He was leaving wet kisses along your ass as he worked two of his fingers into your pussy, his other hand snaking around to rub your clit

And you…well you were gone from the world with so much pleasure, your moans and whimpers muffled against the sheets as you let your body move as it wanted

“Please oh my god!”

“Gonna cum already? That’s cute, baby.”

You would have told him to fuck off but he chose that very second to get his mouth back onto you, matching the rhythm of your hips perfectly and the words died in your throat

It didn’t help when you opened your eyes and looked around to see him stroking his dick, the sight of it was what sent you right over the edge

He was huge and your brain couldn’t do much but short circuit

He knew how to use his hands and his mouth and you had no intentions of letting him leave until you figured out how he could fuck

And Sam had every intention of showing you just how much good he could bring to your life

It’s a good thing you were neighbors!

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Sam Wilson Masterlist

|| Main Masterlist || Drabbles Masterlist || 

A/N: all reader inserts are female unless otherwise stated. These are as inclusive as possible and only description that may be included is if reader has hair (mostly used in rough smut scenes). Banners by: @firefly-graphics Header by: @natashowlet KEY: ⁂ = smut † = death ⨮ =angst ꕥ = fluff ⧻ = 500+ notes

RETRIBUTION MC MASTERLIST || biker!Sam

Surprise Party ⁂ ➴ You and Sam throw Bucky a birthday party I hate myself for loving you ⁂⨮ ➴ Being Captain America gets in the way of the life you planned Plenilune ⁂ ➴ You enjoy a rare quiet night in with Sam. No distractions from the outside world. Obscene Behaviour ꕥ|| Platonic / Sam & Bucky ➴ Your coffee date with your friends takes a turn when you feed your newborn. Told You So ꕥ ➴ You take care of Sam when he gets sick. Nightmares ⁂ || SamBucky ➴ When you wake to find Bucky caught in a nightmare there’s only one way to chase away the lingering fear.

Broken Wings - Sam Wilson x woc!OFC - ongoing ➴ Ada, Sam and Riley served together and loved together until Riley's death tears them apart

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[cevansbrat0007]

Reckless

Summary: Your police officer husband does not approve of your reckless driving habits. 

*Warnings: Reckless Driving, Brat Reader, Daddy Kink, Cursing, Spanking, Punishments (mentioned), CMNF, Minors DNI

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know what you think. Not super proofread. All mistakes are my own.

Your husband was highly upset with you. A fact that you were only aware of because he had said as much just now. 

Sammy: I am absolutely furious with you. (Received 1:36pm) 

Sammy: When you get home tonight I’m gonna tear your ass up. (Received 1:40pm) 

Oh boy. And here was the thing...you knew why. But you weren’t ready to admit to it quite yet. Just in case he was talking about something else. No need to get yourself in trouble twice. You take a couple deep breaths and then respond. 

You: Umm…why baby? (Received 1:43pm) 

Sammy: Do not play with me. You know why. We’ll discuss it tonight. Be home by 5:30pm. Understand? (Received 1:50pm)

You: Yes, sir. (Received  1:52pm)

Knowing you were in for it later, you simply sigh and try to concentrate on work. 

You arrive home a little after 6:00pm. Walking in with your shoulders hunched, you find your husband sitting in the living room watching a show you don’t recognize. You know he hears you come in, but he doesn’t even look in your direction. 

“Hi baby…” You whisper. 

“I thought I told you to be home by 5:30pm?” All you can do is offer a shrug and an apologetic smile, hoping that might be enough. 

“I know.” You mumble. “And I tried but…I lost track of time and…”

“Hmm.” Sam grunts again before standing up and approaching you. “You lost track of time. What a surprise. Ever think that’s why you’re always running behind?” He points at a nearby table and orders, yes orders, you to sit. 

Head bowed, you do. 

He proceeds to join you, arms crossed, face angry. His jaw ticks. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out?” You shrug helplessly. “I didn’t…I just thought that maybe if I paid it and everything that maybe you’d never have to know.”

As soon as the words leave your lips you know that was absolutely the wrong answer. Sam just stares you down. “Oh, so you planned on keeping it a secret too? Hmm.” He takes a calming breath and nods. “Okay. Okay. You thought that I wouldn’t find out that you’d gotten yet another speeding ticket. You get that your husband”, he points at himself and offers a sarcastic wave, “is a cop, right?”

“Yes, but since I was in a different district and everything I just figured –” He cuts you off.

“But sweetheart, you’re a cop’s wife. And we look out for each other. I spoke with the officer who stopped you. Funny enough, he’s a buddy of mine.” 

Ooh, how you wished you would have known that. 

“He told me that in most cases, he would have let you off with a warning. But see, since you were going, oh what was it?” He levels you with his trademark glare, the one that had the power to make you, and most other people, squirm. Couldn’t you just stop this and get your spanking over with already? “You know what? You tell me. You tell me how fast you were going.”

You stand up, bracing your hands on the table. “I was going 95 in a 60.” 

Sam leans back in his chair. “And is that safe?” His growl comes out soft, quiet. Meanwhile, you shake your head in a wordless “no”. 

“And how many times have we had this conversation? How many times have we discussed your penchant for speeding?” With a shrug you start to pace. 

“Sit. Back. Down.” 

After taking a moment to think it over, your ass plops back in your chair. Gotta pick your battles. He quirks one intimidating brow in your direction. 

“A lot, Daddy.” It comes out as a mumble. 

“You’re right, sweetheart. We’ve talked about it a lot. Too much, in fact. But I just can’t seem to get you to listen. I need you to start hearing me.” 

All you can do is let out a defeated sigh in response. 

“Let me explain something to you. When I took on the role of being your Daddy that meant that it was now my responsibility to protect you. That’s my job. It’s my privilege. Look at me.” 

Stomach in knots, you force yourself to make eye contact. “When you drive like that, it’s beyond reckless. It’s dangerous. You could hurt someone, you could kill yourself. Do you honestly think that I want to get a call saying my wife has wrapped her car around a tree or something? That would gut me.” His voice is beginning to sound a little hoarse. 

“I know it would, Daddy. I would never want to do that to you.” You find yourself choking back tears. God, you hated when he was right. He continues on. “I’m trained to operate a vehicle at high speeds, but it’s still dangerous - even for me. Are you listening?” Slouching back in your chair, you nod. 

“You’ve disappointed, Daddy.” A lone tear trails down your cheek. “So here’s what I want you to do. I want you to go upstairs and strip. I’ll be up to deal with you in a moment.” Sam’s eyes bore into yours. 

“Yes, Daddy.”     

You quickly shuffle upstairs, upset with yourself. To be honest, you hated when your equally protective and loving husband was disappointed with you. And you knew Sam was. And you also knew that he was right. Damn it.

You make it to your room and sit on the bed with a huff. You just wanted to curl up, preferably with your man, and cuddle or something. Lost in your thoughts, you once again lose track of time. And then you hear Sam approaching. Now you were out of time. And you hadn’t followed directions - something he notices very quickly. 

He pinches the bridge of his nose, obviously trying and failing to keep calm. But you knew he was out of patience with you. “Sweetheart, why can’t you just listen?” Your husband grits out through clenched teeth. “I gave you very specific instructions. You must think Daddy’s playing with you.”

You quickly, frantically shake your head “no”. “No, Daddy, I don’t think you’re–.” He cuts you off. 

“No, you do. And I’m going to fix that right now.” He swiftly strides over to where you’re sitting, which makes you try to scramble away. But Sam is too big, too fast. Clearly pissed, he snags your leg and drags you back across the bed. You put up a struggle, but he manages to manhandle you onto your front. 

Ripping down your leggings and your panties, his hand immediately begins doing what he promised you he’d do earlier. And that is blistering your butt. Slap! Slap! Slap! His hand is coming down hard. Still struggling, you reach behind you in an attempt to protect yourself. 

“Move your fucking hand! Move it now!” You’re wailing now, crying into the bed covers. When you don’t comply, he grabs it. Holding it in an iron grip, he moves your hand for you. “Put your hand back here again and I’m taking off my belt.” He snarls softly, and then he goes back to tanning your ass. 

Slap! Slap! Slap!

See, the thing about your Sammy is that he very rarely yelled when he was disciplining you. He didn’t have to - he knew you found his quiet authority to be the most intimidating. 

“Sammy - I mean Daddy, I’m sorry! I won’t speed anymore! I promise I’ll leave on time!” Slap! 

“You had better. Because I promise you that I will bruise this ass everyday if you don’t.” Your husband growls out. “If you don’t wanna be able to sit, keep it up.” He slaps your bottom again. Your leg kicks out. Your ass lifts up, which earns you a harsh slap to your vulnerable pussy. Youch! 

“I swear I will! I will whoop this ass everyday to remind you to be safe! You listening to me?” Another hard slap graces your very hot butt. Fuuuuck!

Slap! Slap! Slap! “Oh, Daddy! I’m listening. I hear you!” You belt out. Satisfied, he stops. You can feel him admiring his handiwork. And then he flips you over. Silently he removes your shirt and bra, leaving you naked and exposed to his gaze. 

Breathing heavily, he lowers himself to his knees. You close your eyes, still sniffling and hiccupping. And then you feel him press a tender kiss to your ankle.

“You’re mine, baby. Do you know how much you mean to me?” He whispers against your skin.

Sam keeps slowly, reverently trailing kisses up your body - your calf, your knee, your thigh. He pauses briefly when he reaches your core. Then he leans forward and buries his face in your pussy. You whimper when you feel him inhale your scent. 

He groans and then gifts you with a wet, open-mouthed kiss - his tongue taking a second to slip between your folds. The contact is brief, but it’s enough to make you tremble. 

He continues softly kissing up your belly, and then both breasts - making sure to lavish a little extra attention on your pouting nipples. His lips grace your neck. And then his lips are on yours. Your husband takes his time dominating your mouth with his own. “Who am I, sweetheart?”

“You’re my Daddy.”

“Correct. And my job is to what?”

“To keep me safe.”

“Good.” Another kiss.

“I know that was a rough spanking for you, baby. But I am proud of how you took it.” Sam nibbles the shell of your ear. Now leaning over you, he pulls back to help you sit up, which makes you wince. Noting your look of pain, he takes you into his arms. “Here’s how the rest of the night’s going to go. Are you listening?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You manage out over the sound of your sniffles.

“We’re going to go down and have dinner. And then we’re going to review your schedule for the rest of the week. Make notes about what time you need to leave to get when and where. And I’m going to hold you to this.” You bury your face in his shirt, taking in his cologne and a scent that was all him. 

“This is something we’re going to do every week from here on out, okay? I’m doing this because I love you,” he whispers into your hair. “But baby, please remember that Daddy will not hesitate to spank your ass when you need it.”

“I will be sure to keep that in mind, sir. I promise.” He smiles, proud of you. You smile back through watery tears. Sam begins to lead you downstairs, which makes you hesitate. “Um, Daddy..?” He turns to you. “Can I put my clothes back on first?”

“No sweetheart. I’m going to keep you like this for the rest of the night. I want to be able to look at what’s mine whenever I want.”     

END  

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