good days: I think you should write for sam wilson and I'm giving you this prompt: "don't play dumb, you know what i want." "spell it out for me, baby."
Bad Days and Good Head
Pairing: Sam Wilson x f. reader
Genre: smut (lemon)
Warnings: sub!Sam, dom!reader, mommy kink (she came back w/o an invitation), face sitting, tongue fucking, implied blowjob
Word Count: 1k
Summary: Sam is more than ready to make you feel better after a bad day at work.
Notes: Thank you queen Selene for the request! I love Sam and am so excited to share my first fic of him 🥹🫶 And thank you @mochie85 for beta reading 🥰 Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊
What makes you feel empowered?
There is no right or wrong answer to this question. In fact, that answer can change at any point in your life. When you were a young child, you felt empowered when you won your school spelling bee. As a teenager, you felt empowered when you confronted your sworn enemy after being fed up with her bullying. Now that you are an adult, nothing is more empowering than having a beautiful man submit to your every desire, giving you orgasm after orgasm.
That man being Captain America himself, Mr. Sam Wilson.
You landed your dream job of working at the White House, which was where you met Sam. He was a frequent visitor, mainly so the President could have an excuse to take pictures with him and post them on social media. The two of you met in a meeting and the sexual tension between you was so strong that the President had to table the meeting out of awkwardness. It didn’t take long for you and Sam to sneak into the closest bathroom to fuck each other’s brains out. And so that was the beginning of your blossoming relationship.
Although you were grateful to be given the opportunity to work your dream job, today was one of those days where you wished you could be anywhere but the White House. You were slammed with paperwork and meetings that could have easily been an email. As you sunk into the couch with your feet kicked up on the coffee table, Sam was immediately by your side, massaging your aching feet.
“Bad day?” He asked sympathetically.
You sighed. “”Bad’ doesn’t even cut it.”
Sam puckered his lower lip and gazed up at you with sullen eyes. “Any way I can make it better?”
“Don’t play dumb, you know what I want.” You didn’t care how demanding and snappy you sounded. Your main priority was to forget about how awful work was while getting some mind blowing head. Lucky for you, Sam was turned on by your feistiness and he was ready to please you on your signal.
“Yes, ma’am,” he responded. Your star spangled man began to crawl on top of you when you stopped him.
“Actually, I think we should spice things up.” Sam stared at you like a deer in headlights. “Lie down on the couch.”
He switched positions with you, his back flat against the leather cushions as you hovered over him. As you unzipped your skirt and pulled your tights down, Sam grew curious as to what you had in store for him. However, he knew better than to question your motives. You trained him well enough to only ask the important questions such as “Is this okay?” or “Do you like when I do this?” You liked things simple. It turned you off when Sam, and even past partners, would try to have small talk during sex so you made it a point to keep conversation to a minimum.
Sam’s eyes landed on your bare pussy, which inched closer to his face as you climbed over him. At this point, he had a few ideas of what you wanted him to do to you.
“Ready to eat Mommy’s pussy, baby?”
It was as if a switch was flipped inside Sam. A switch that only you were allowed to turn on and off. His voice became whiny and his cock strained in his pants.
“Fuck, yes, Mommy! I just want to make you feel good.”
You let out a sinister chuckle. “Good boy.”
With that, you lowered your hips down until your pussy pressed snugly against his plush lips. A blissful sigh escaped your throat as he devoured your cunt.
What were you so worked up about again? Doesn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was your pleasure.
Sam’s tongue teased your slick hole, causing you to lightly rut your hips against his face. He gripped your thighs before plunging his tongue inside you and stretching your entrance.
“Oh, fuck!” You shouted, grasping the couch for leverage. “Leave your tongue out like that. I wanna fuck it.” Sam did as you asked and you bounced on top of his tongue, your uncontrolled moans filling the room.
The sight of you riding his tongue with your eyes rolling to the back of your head made his cock throb with need. The need to feel your hands and lips and pussy around his length, giving him the same attention he was giving you. But he knew that moment would come. Right now was about you.
“God, I love your tongue! Feels so good- shit!” At that moment, Sam started flicking your clit with his fingers while shoving his tongue in and out of you. Your nails dug into the upholstery as you felt your release approaching. The man beneath you smirked against your heat as your legs began to tremble.
“Keep going, baby. Make me come like that, please, please, please! I’m so close!” Your beau rubbed your clit faster while tracing figure eights in your pussy.
You couldn’t pinpoint the moment it happened. It could’ve been a move Sam did or it could have been the pressure building up like air in a balloon. Either way, your pleasure exploded into little sparkles of bliss. Your back arched into a perfect curve as you cried your lover’s name into the abyss. Sam lapped up the sticky mess between his face and your mound as the aftershocks coursed through your body. He kissed your bud, which was your cue to hop off his face and join him on the couch.
“Jesus, Sam, that was-“
“Yeah, I could tell.” Sam laughed, petting your head as you pressed your ear to his heartbeat. Your head bobbed along with his chest as he cleared his throat.
“So, can I, uhhh…”
You rolled onto your front side, resting your chin on top your folded arms and kicking your feet in the air. Part of you could already guess what Sam wanted to say, but something about the way he would get flustered after eating you out was cute and sexy at the same time.
“What is it? Spell it out for me, baby.”
Sam chuckled shyly. “Can you suck my cock? Please…Mommy?”
Your lips brushed his softly before you slid down his body to unbutton his pants.
“Thought you would never ask, baby.”
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fuckboy!peter you say....maybe you meet him at a party and maybe you are feeling vunlerable and maybe he is right there to lift your spirits and ride out your demons till he becomes your sole focus hmm....
Pairing: TASM!Fuck boy!Peter x Reader
Warning: smoking, cigarette, weed mention.
Summary: You’re at a college party and trying to find your friend. Only to find someone else instead.
Word Count: 974
A/N: MY HAND SLIPPED IDK WHAT ELSE 😫 I didn't plan to write anything tonight, but here i am being an absolute whore for that. just I don’t know if this is fluff or what anymore. Maybe this counts as meet cute??? No beta because i’m trash.
You sighed heavily as you weaved your way through the crowd, trying not to spill beer in your hand. Electronic music boomed loudly, making the floor tremor slightly beneath your feet. The smell of cigarettes lingered heavily in the air as you tried to find your friend.
After all, she was the one that drag you here in the first place.
Trying to squint through the darkness, you accidentally walked into someone, spilling the beer in your hands all over yourself.
“Oh fuck! ” you yelled out loud as you looked up to meet his eyes for the first time. You knew him from your gen chem class. The boy was too smart for his own good. Rarely showed up for the lecture, yet managed to get 100 on his midterm. You didn’t know whether to be impressed or jealous. Perhaps both.
“Oh, shit. Sorry--Are you good?” he asked with a cigarette dangling between those pouty lips. He smelled of tobacco and cheap beer, yet something about the way he looked at you with those deep brown eyes made you forget how to breathe momentarily.
“No,” you mumbled as you tore your gaze away from him. You knew if you stared a bit too long, you would be in trouble--the kind of trouble that your friend wanted you to get into in the first place.
“Shit. I’m really sorry about that. Let me help you out at least,” he said as he quickly put out the cigarette and took your hand in his as he lead you through the mass of sweaty, drunk people.
You could feel your face warm, and your heart raced just by a simple touch. The boy before didn’t seem to pay much attention though as he opened the door to the bathroom and yelled at the people inside to get out. You grimaced at the apparent smell of weed hung heavily in the small confined space.
“Not a fan of weed, huh?” he asked as he looked at you through the mirror. He was washing his hands as he watched you with curiosity. A smirk lingered on his lips though as if he was amused at your reaction or something.
“I just don’t like smoking in general,” you replied back, hugging yourself. You reeked of dried beer and sweat, and you were sure that the weed smell was this mix as well.
“Well, shit,” he mumbled, his smile quickly disappearing from his lips.
“What?”
He turned and faced you. His deep, molten brown eyes melted under the fluorescent light, making your breath hitched in your throat. It was hard to look away, yet it was hard to hold his gaze as well.
“It’s nothing. Just thought you’re cute,” he mumbled. “But guess, I’m not your type, huh?”
You wanted to laugh. Clearly, he was either too drunk or just way too straightforward with you. You couldn’t tell the latter. Whatever it was, you were quite impressed and honestly, charmed by him.
“What makes you think you know my type?” you challenged as you slowly sank down to sit on the edge of the bathtub. You could feel his eyes following you as he leaned back against the sink, chewing on his lips as if he needed another cigarette. But by the way, he was looking at you at that moment though, cigarette was the last thing on his mind.
“I don’t. I just guess, that’s all,” he said before he started peeling off his sweatshirt. Adrenaline started to pump in your veins as you stared at the door nervously. Your body hummed as he was now started taking his t-shirt off.
Before you were able to ask him what the hell he was doing, he shoved his t-shirt in your face.
“What are you doing?” you asked carefully, staring at the shirt, which smells of men’s body wash and cigarettes.
“Your shirt is wet, so I’m giving you mine.”
You stared at him. Seconds seemed to pass before you could find words to say how you felt.
“That won’t be necessary,” you pushed it back to him, but he was unhinged.
“Trust me, you will want something to cover yourself around here. Fresh face like you will get eaten alive by the wolves out there,” he mumbled before placing it next to your feet and quickly putting his sweatshirt back on.
You chewed on your lips momentarily before taking his shirt. He looked at you momentarily before as if he wanted to ask you something but decided against it.
“Uh, Thanks....why are you doing this for me?”
He shrugged. “Thought I’ll help you out since it was my fault after all. Plus, you’re cute,” he smiled at the last part. The kind of lazy smile that made your heart soar and your stomach fluttered so suddenly. The heat was creeping up to the tip of your ears the more you looked at him. As if he knew his cue, he spoke again. “Peter,” he told you with a small smile, shoving both of his hands in his pockets as he looked at you. “Guess, I should leave you to it, huh?”
You nodded sheepishly before he turned to the door.
“I’ll see you in Gen Chem then,” he mumbled before he slammed the bathroom shut behind him.
“See you--,” you stopped yourself when you realized that you have never told him or mentioned to him that you had the same class before, so how did he? You frowned before quickly changing into his shirt with so many questions for Peter.
You found yourself smiling and biting your own lips as you realized what this meant. Guess, tomorrow you can have a nice chat with him at the lecture.
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you know my fave headcanon is the "trace their lover's whole body with their tongue" with 🤔 perhaps thor? He seems like a hungry boy 😋
Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it 👀👅
I am perfectly normal and totally not horny thinking about this. Nope, not horny at all 🙂🙂🙂
When Thor asked you to braid his hair, you lovingly obliged, not anticipating that he would pin you beneath him so he could worship your body with just his tongue. The pink muscle traveled from the outer shell of your ear, down your neck, and then between your breasts. As the tip of his tongue flicked and swirled your hardened peaks, you gasped a desperate "fuck!" Thor's tongue is like a paintbrush gliding down your belly to where he craves to be the most. It's only a matter of seconds before he rapaciously devours your core, making you cum more times than either of you could count.
