Sam Wilson X Y/n - Tumblr Posts

Pov: You're camera rolls if you're Best Friends with Sam and Bucky

Masterlist

What If...You Were Stuck on an Elevator with Sam?

warnings: smut in the form of oral sex (f. receiving) & fingering (f. receiving). semi public sex. no penetrative sex.

synopsis>> you're stuck on an elevator with sam.

You had just gotten off work and you were ready to just go home and relax. You had 5 days off and all you wanted to do was sleep. You had pep in your step as you walked towards the elevator. The doors were closing until a hand stopped it.

"Going down?" Sam Wilson smirked at you. You simply nodded uninterested. Truth was you found him unbelievably attractive. From his head to his toes he was a piece of man you found yourself admiring more than frequently.

You were almost at the ground floor when the elevator shook violently, the lights flickered, and you realized you were now stuck with Sam.

Sam was amused at the situation- he thought it was fate. He always found you to be such an attractive woman and what better time like the present to make his move?

He cornered you within one of the four walls of the elevator and leveled his face with yours. "I know I asked if you were going down, but now I'm kinda hoping you'll let me go down." He smirked. You simply nodded.

In no time, your panties were yanked down and his mouth was on your pussy, ravaging you like the last supper. Slurping and drinking all your pussy had to offer. "Such a sweet pussy. When was the last time she was treated right, hm?" He spread your lower lips and admired your pink swollen mound. It was rhetorical of course but you had an answer.

"L-last night when I was thinking of you." You rasped. He didn't stop his movements instead smirking against your pussy.

Next his fingers were suddenly in you. The sudden intrusion making your body convulse violently so much so, you were gasping for air.

"Mm, I'll never get enough of this pussy." Sam groaned against you making you moan and whimper. You were getting close. You knew it and he felt it. So he curled his fingers in search of that magic spot to make you let go.

In no short of 15 secs his fingertips grazed a spongy area and you screamed. "F-fuck! I'm so c-close. Don't stop." You demanded pushing his head further into you and began fucking yourself on his fingers.

"Cum for me love, I know you want to." He murmured. "Doing so good for me you deserve to cum, don't you?" He sped up his fingers and his tongue now matched the pace making you go feral.

"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! I'm cumming!!" You squealed and the knot snapped. Your vision blackened and if it wasn't for Sam holding you up you would have undoubtedly fell. He fucked his fingers into you slowly helping you ride out your high.

He then pulled his fingers to his lips and sucked. "You taste so fucking good love." He groaned and stood up to kiss you making you taste yourself.

You were going to say something when the elevator began moving again so you decided to fix yourself.

"Have dinner with me. Saturday night at Chez Lucion" Sam blurted.

"I have to check my schedule, but sure." You spoke back timidly.

"It wasn't a question." And with that the doors to the elevator opened to the ground floor and he left. Not without giving you one last kiss on the lips.

captain america

pairing: sam wilson x black!reader

summary: sam comes to you about taking the captain america mantle.

warnings: mentions police brutality and just overall mistreatment of black people in america.

a/n: i cried while writing this :)

“baby” sam calls catching my attention, i look up and see him walking into the kitchen with the shield in his hand and bucky right next to him.

“hi love” i say with a smile on my face as he gives me a kiss on the cheek. i search his face and see that he has something to say. “what do you need to talk about” i ask making him chuckle.

“how do you do that” bucky asks in pure disbelief “it’s like you have some kind of powers” he continues and i laugh.

“years of practice barnes” i smile at him and tell him there’s food for him ready before walking with sam to our bedroom.

“what’s wrong” i ask and he sighs, he puts the shield down before sitting on the bed and pulling me into him.

“will they ever accept me as cap” he asks and my heart immediately drops to my stomach “i gave up the shield for that reason because no one will accept a black man as cap” he continues and i frown.

i walk up to him and grab his face making him look at me “we all know how america feels about black people in power, they hate to see it but are will still in those powerful roles, yes” i starts off “we have been mistreated for the last six hundred years, it’s about time we demand our respect and that’s what you need to do, tell them that you’re cap and that no one else is, that’s what steve wanted and that’s what he’ll get” i finish and he smiles.

“but just because you have that title doesn’t mean that you don’t have the chance of being a victim to police brutality, black men and women who have titles are still facing police brutality because the police don’t care.” i state and he nods before pulling me into a hug. “i just want you to come home in one piece ok” he nods as i lay my head on his chest.

“i am incredibly proud of the man i’ve watched you become” he looks up at me and smiles before standing up “i love you captain” i coo and he chuckles before giving me a quick peck.

“i love you too mrs. wilson”